No way to escape
Seconds minutes hours days months years decades lifetime
I thought to be alive was priceless
But turns out living is more.
Because my feet know nothing but the terrain of my hard wood floors
Instead of soft grass between my toes,
My hands know nothing but the chilling leather of my sofa
Instead of the rough bark of a tree,
My lungs know nothing but the weak air sifted through a filter
Instead of the silky air that flows over your fingertips.
My eyes know nothing except through a dirty glass pane.
I see, but I don't hear.
I see, but I don't smell.
I see, but I don't feel.
I see, but I have yet to live.