Every day you greet me with a jovial smile and a firm handshake. Do you know that the person you see is merely a fašade, a barrier through which none can pass? Could you understand my true appearance, would you accept me for who I truly am? These questions are unanswerable, at least from my side.
Silently I watch you from behind my fence; its bars are strong and you cannot see me. I am the observer, seeing the world as you could if only you would disentangle yourself from your petty worries and material dreams. When last did you look upon someone and fail to judge him?
I see you move, I watch you talk, I know your inhibitions. You may fool them but you cannot fool me. Your actions reveal your thoughts as clearly as if you had written them down. You are an open book waiting to be read, if only they would take the time to look.
Do you remember the time you embarrassed yourself in front of the world? The rest have forgotten by now, I am sure. Not me, I never forget! I take down the time a