Written by: Goode Guy

my auditory ins ain't been much good
since not much past my childhood

my visions clouded more each day
don't matter much in shades of grey

i thought i smelled a whiff of metaphor
yet my sense of scents went out the door

circulations chilled my touch to cool
and my tastebuds only make me drool

that weighty feeling of gravity
pulls senses toward the end of me

but still I want to take it in
all life's sensation of where I've been

the taste, the sight, the touch, the sound
they let me know I'm still around

© Goode Guy 2012-12-20