Comfortably Numb

If I could love and loose,

and escape unscathed..

If I could wander in the moonlit night’s blues..

and not be in melancholy bathed.

If I could see, but not feel.

If I could listen and not heed.

If I could hurt and then heal.

If I could be stabbed, yet not bleed.

If I could expect no reaps

even after I sow my seeds.

If my guilt couldn’t give me the creeps

when I scorn the decree of the creeds.

Then I would be what I pretend to be.. and not to the deathly hallows of life succumb.

For then I would be Comfortably Numb…

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