To feel nothing more
To know that you're living
But not fear what for
It must be bliss to slow down
To watch but not care
Maybe you're moving
But who know's? And to where?
It must be bliss to be less
To count little, to few
Then no one's expecting
A thing out of you
But then what is bliss?
For the numb do not feel
And if you feel nothing
Are you even still real?
It is bliss be living
Though it feels not ideal
If you are feeling bliss-less
At least you can feel
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