The Observer
My life has taken a new perspective;
I don’t even know where to begin;
today; I have become more objective;
I am now an observer; looking in.
I’ve not lost my zeal; life is magnificent;
its wonder and beauty, surrounds;
I’ve simply become a bit more ambivalent;
as its complexity often confounds.
Sometimes I don’t know where to begin;
I’m often taken in by its grandeur;
I feel I’m on the outside; just looking in.
I’ve almost become its chauffeur.
Life is much like a never ending play;
complete with vision and sound;
each act, becomes, as another new day;
with a new plot; certain to astound.
Life is so enticing; I feel that I’m a part;
mesmerized; nearly every minute;
drama and love; have captured my heart;
identifying with characters, in it.
And yet; I no longer feel I belong;
instead; I feel lost and alone;
I’ve lived my story; sung my song;
my time draws near to go home.
I feel I’ve become a voyeur of life;
perceiving what should be unseen;
as I draw close to returning to light;
I’ve observed it all is a dream.
Monty 11/9/23. # 1,849