...and here i am again
Another day. Another man.
So slight the change
Perhaps a fraction greater
Just a little. Just the same.
I witness the world
Victim of Time's hand
Routinely set on familiar habits
Only they withstand change.
Benefit or hindrance
Matters only acts command
I have been and witnessed
Wished for and regretted
Done so very little
In this the grander plan
And right here? This instance?
In a dark room sitting
As if light might ruin
Again i sit.. still a representation
A pattern. A lesson.
Of no real note or significance
Simply a soul. Older than seconds.
Witnessing the moment.
Alone in silent stillness.
Knowing deep within there lives
A host of possible results
If only i would own the course
Set to motion the direction needed
...and here i sit. Again.