All I hear is the tinnitus ring 

And a fan 

My heart is beating

But I don't feel alive 

Numb to the pain of being alive 

I assert a separate role

This body laid on the laminate floor 

But my spirit is elsewhere 

Exit the body 

And enter the stratosphere 

Watching a planet 

Peopled with busy lives 

And anxious thoughts 

The pain of lost lives and broken hearts 

Where did we find the audacity 

To call ourselves anything more 

Than inhabitants 

Living on a much larger, living body 

I touch my scars 

And feel the pain of countless lives 

I close my eyes 

And I see the cosmos 

Peering into my life 

Nothing more than a moment in time