Transition

To see but not look.
To hear but not listen.
To touch but not feel.
To talk but not think.

To find the noise outside,
Growing stronger each second.
To hear the silence inside,
Growing sharper each day.
To lose the ability to pretend,
A belief that this is real.

This bitter knowledge.
It's difficult to face,
That words have no meaning.
And thought has no place.

When you walk a narrow path,
Between reason and death,
If you know the casuality,
It's so damn painful.
To silence clarity.

Even for an instant.....