She opens her eyes every morning To the sunlight flowing through her bedroom windows It never touches her She walks out her front door every day To the cheerful sound of birds singing She never hears it She drives down the road everyday Past beautiful monuments and parks She never sees them She walks into a building, past homeless people staring Into a pastry shop, wonderful smells wafting out the door She never smells them She walks down the street on her lunch, hungry children imploring her to help them She never notices them A small cat, ribs showing through its hanging skin, Watches her eat her sandwich, then casually throw it away It tasted stale to her She lives her life without living, A walking zombie It never occurs to her that there may be something different.