Disenchanted

I walk amongst the disenchanted

those with eyes that do not see
ears that do not hear
tongues that do not taste
and hands that do not feel

they are blind to my visions
my words they do not listen
spit out the flavors I create
numb to my touch

I walk amongst the disenchanted
detached
desensitized
demoralized and degraded
where nothing is special, and everything's jaded

everything has been seen
everything has been heard
everything has bee tasted
and everyone has been had

So say I am trapped in illusion. . . .I am glad