The last pebble on the beach,
Untouched by the tide.
Ignored by the gulls,
And half-buried in the sand.
Invisible to all.
A small black blip upon a golden sprawl,
Void of feeling.
The waves of life roll on,
Refusing to sweep you away with them.
“I can’t explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am,
I have become comfortably numb….” – Pink Floyd