I was amidst a crowd
heard none of their bustles
I am in front of the Television
see none of its programs
I have a book in my hand
turn pages but read nothing.
I talk to my friend
talk I without knowing
I drive through the traffic
see nothing in front
I cook my food all the days
mechanical it seems to be
I live all the years
focusing not on one action
it be called a distraction
having not a follow
seeing not keenly
hearing not with a wish
observing anything at all
a deviation is there all through
might be I am not interested
sure, the fascination holds you
sure, the love keeps you glued
if not you are away
your mind is somewhere else
your body is present
it happens to me from time long
even now when I am writing this song.
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