What's this, what's that

What's this feeling I have.
Oh yeah, the sweet feeling of a small nothing.
I thought her hand would be smooth.
Her grip a soft, sweet, and gentle grasp.
But it's nothing, nothing but a blank.

Never again will my grip be good.
The drum stick in my hand.
A sick beat I wish I can feel once again.
Small hits just a wish I can't have.

I'm older now and I can't feel them.
The sway of her hips as we dance.
Her smooth skin as we lay in bed.
The gentle touch of her lips to mine.

There she is lying in a bed.
She is holding my girl.
But I cannot feel her little fingers.
Their hugs and handshakes.

I cannot feel her hugs on the first day of school.
Her tears after her first small heartbreak.
Her kiss on the Cheek after she says " bye daddy"
She leaves I cannot feel the squeeze of her hug.
The tears running down my cheeks and on to her.


I see the bright side, I cannot feel pain.
My playing on the field and mat will improve.
Wait say what my bones broken.
I cannot feel and I cannot be broken.

My senses are going to be heightened.
This nose will smell better.
Also my eyes can become shaper than ever.
And my hearing will be the highest.

Ceratotherium simum