Same

My feet move against the pavement

Though blisters form I do not feel them

My hands brush the leaves on the trees

But I do not revel in their texture

My eyes see the beauty of the place

But my mind does not comprehend.

For me it's bland, just shades of the same

I could sip the nectar of the sweetest fruit,

But I would not taste it's flavor 

I could hear a symphony from the heavens

But it would  fall on deaf ears

But I won't feel the pain

And I think I like it better this way

Now that life, and death

And love, and hate, 

And lust, and pain, 

All look the same.