There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
– Pink Floyd,Comfortably Numb (Gilmour, Waters)
“The lunatics are on the prowl.
Someone somewhere is loving and leaving
Someone somewhere is lying and living
What’s the difference?
One can become a cow and eat grass
Or be a lotus eater and smoke it.”
mark ulyseas, comfortably numb