Are The Five Alive Poem by Andreas Simic

Can you see it through...
fog
smog
mist

Can you smell it through...
fear
odors
stench

Can you hear it through...
noise
racket
chatter

Can you taste it through...
spices
flavors
bland

Can you touch it through...
pain
sorrow
concessions

If you've made it this far through
The gauntlet known as life

Take a bowfor you are alive with the big five
Sight, smell, hearing, taste and feel are for the surreal