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.