I walk on a lawn speckled with mud
Beneath a thick layer of grass and
Below that lies the dead:
The old, the young, all those who have
Died, some without truly living.
But I do not feel the sadness or
Shed the tears that are due.
I am away from my life,
The pressures do not weigh
On my mind, yet though
I feel for them, I cannot
Feel with them.