Are My Transmitters Dead?

What happens when your emotions are removed

What happened to the cortisol? Is this dissociation? My life seems like somebody else’s And I’m just on location.

Did someone cut the line? Or are my transmitters dead? The feelings are removed From the pictures in my head.

Whoever thought emotion Had no part to play? My emotions run on their own track And my life is going away.

Occasionally they come back And randomly assign Something from the magic box What will it be next time?

Panic, calm, rage or joy There’s no way of guessing Life might be falling apart But not really distressing.

Or I might have realised all my dreams And be deeply in love I could be crying heavier tears Than from the sky above.

Usually, I feel nothing A logical machine More detached and more confused Than I have ever been.