the path is frequented,
with thunderous footfall,
each step,
dramatic,
and unique,
a brand new journey,
into the known,
living a life,
of your creation,
thats been lived before.

there's nothing significant,
in your footfall,
each step's a drop in an ocean,
it's a welltrodden path,
you walk upon,
living a life,
devoid of chance,
devoid of real impact.

kid yourself you matter,
with crashing footfall,
each step is echoed by steps,
of others on the journey,
marching in time,
living a life,
that forms a story,
with no hidden ending.

with your fate established,
your every footfall,
each step,
dramatic,
fearful,
don't deny the journey,
its chance to impart,
living in life,
your joy and your pain,
your fear and your hope,
your smiles, your tears,
your rage, your calm,
your personalities,
you've never lived them before.

While watching,
A brief desire to join,
Is doused by internal doubt,
The genuine laughter,
Of shared experience,
A kind in which I cannot partake,
I am an observer,
The saddest life of all.

While watching,
A thought strikes me,
Are they observers too?
How would I know,
That their shared experience,
Does not belong to them?
observing an observer,
But am I alone?

While watching,
A conclusion forms,
Somebody must be unique,
it's hard to explain,
somebody’s lived their stories,
maybe them but not me,
I am but an observer,
And I have nothing at all.

while watching,
I realise that life,
is naught but a recital,
of things I do not know,
so while I listen to their stories,
I see but I don't feel,
I'm just an observer,
my world isn't real.

While watching,
My life before my eyes,
I see that I’m mistaken,
I just couldn’t see,
That I was blind to the experience,
That life was to me,
I’m no longer the observer,
realisation came after the fall.