My world evolves around my
Own preoccupations and
Petty worries…
I can’t seem to see past my arms length
Only whats in my sights reach
Will I acknowledge
I hear voices call to me
But they sound so distance
Faintly I hear the echo
At times I feel someone’s touch
Yet I seem only to notice it
When they have long passed
I speak only to be heard
I discard any other spoken words
All my senses are dull
Maybe I should have been
Born deaf, blind, and mute
I better would have served this world
