I want to sit and watch.
Just watch everyone and everything happen to each other.
I know I see the world,
And somehow it knows I see it too.
Everybody playing a role,
Each to their own audience,
Their own lives made spectacle
For some unknown unseen crowd.
The illusion that people are watching
Keeps them on certain roads.
The others take too much of a toll.
Most who know of it stop soon enough.
Some know it, pay it, and keep going.
Others go on, not really bold,
But blissful in their ignorance.
But who is to judge
What another can bear.
The roads meet somewhere,
But by there most are gone.
And even the ones who remain
Aren't the same ones who started.
So these different people now move on.
Nowhere to be seen
Is the knowledge of who they once were.
What they saw,
And what they sought.
Gone are their views,
As are they.
What's in their place are others anew,
With other things to do
And their own dreams too.
Who might I be
To call out to them?
To call out who and what once was.
To keep anything from being or becoming
Something else,
Anything at all.
Who else knows
What is now
And what might be tomorrow
But me?
I am the seer.
I see all
What was, is, and is to be
I watch over all,
Untethered and free.
The one rule is to refrain
From that compulsive urge.
To intervene,
To make that tiny little push,
To prod and guide things my way,
A slight touch,
A deft nudge.
To form a cascade
With effects unknowable.
Tiny falls,
Piling up,
Until
One last fall,
The fall of all.
And the one rule
And I,
Lie shattered
In the midst of it all.
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