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Observational Blues

by jolkin

There is no more lonely a role than the observer We sit off to the side, and watch the world away No promise of immortality could repay us for our duty No material possessions could reward us for our time When you can't part take in the wonders of the world When you can't interact with your fellow man When you must sit idle as time flows by You can't help but feel jealous As they talk As they laugh As they fight As they cry I watch from a safe distance Still callous and jaded Am I complaining? Yes Am I going to act on this? No Because I have embraced this role Because I have decided that this is best for me To remain back To remain out of reach To give up the warmth of touch But I will soldier on Relenting only to myself As it is my duty To observe To take notes Like a lecture So I can pass on my lessons To those who live in the world To those who notice me To those who ignore me Know this I am here Envying the human life of intimacy That I have given up
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Oct 22, 2015
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