Synaesthesia
Synaesthesia is hard to say and somewhat hard to understand,
Not a disease nor a disorder, but I experience it first hand,
Like the sounds, tastes, smells and colours that can be felt by a band,
The music inspires and engulfs every nerve, every feeling, every gland,
Feeling like a lettuce from the feeling of a winter morning air,
The grass tastes so fresh and the scent fills my tummy completely unaware,
Seeing white and tasting air, this is something thats sort of rare,
Numbers and names colour coded, no other condition could compare,
Every taste has a colour, every colour has a taste,
Sometimes overwhelmed I need to set limits and a pace,
As it is not the first one here who wins the race,
Though it is different, this condition I now embrace.
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