The ObserverI am the observer,More Like This
The listener of words
and the seer of the world.
You beckon closer, yet never see me arrive.
How is it that my own existence is perpetuated
by the lack of crossroads passing across the lives of
me, and the rest of humanity?
The earth spins, and its captives spin with it,
ever-turning at motionless speed.
Yet I stay, listening, learning, for reasons that are never questioned.
Invisible to the people who are visible to me.
Maybe one day the table will turn,
and I will take my place at a different seat,
viewing the room from the perspective of my original plan.
Positive, negative, good or bad.
Thoughts of reason perplexed by ideas and opinion.
Nevertheless, here I am.
I am the observer.