I drift through life
A phantom ghost
Seeing, but not touching
Hearing, but not feeling
I stumble, I fall
I slouch and turn away
From the piercing glares
Of the eyes around me
I cannot hear
even myself
The shouting is far too loud
The bustle of the outside world
I watch the world
A world that can taste
And touch
And feel
I alone watch
From a distance
In silence
