If I Feel...

A world in which Big Brother says no touching.

If I feel, then it’s real.
If I can’t feel then it’s an idea.
Isn’t love just an idea
whose manifestation lies in feeling?
What I see isn’t real until I feel it.
Love isn’t real until I feel and am felt.
Until then it’s just an ache,
a nagging sense of the incomplete,
a desperate longing for something
beyond something that’s just out there
in a place, beyond which there dragons.
A dangerous journey, my arrival
only assured if I feel.
I see, I hear but these senses can deceive.
Feeling is the last refuge of reality,
without it, we are adrift in a sea of ideas.