What a paradox it is to become numb with so much feeling

to feel so much you begin to feel nothing at all

until you forget what it tasted like

to smile through your tears

i want to be blue but all i see is red

a splash of green

nothing to be jolly about though

wishing i could forget the bit although

i never started playing in the first place

stuck behind first base

fuck you, everybody, the whole place

what a fall from grace

never had to happen this way

all we can go is grow away

slowly

and feel it all along the way