floating on air
slipping on ice
hardly hear the rolling dice
have no eyes
i cannot see
what it is i'm meant to be

drops of rain hitting the pane
rays of sun
shots ringing from a gun
have no ears
i cannot hear
what it is i'm meant to fear

petals of a flower
feather touch of my duvet cover
blades from a knife silver
have no heart
i cannot feel
what it is i'm meant to touch

i cannot see
i cannot hear
i cannot feel
what worth have i
when it is a non-being that am i