See, I sit here,
With an open mind.
And I feel fear,
Travel up my spine.
Because I don’t know,
Where my path will go.
And I suppose,
I won’t  ever know.
As the time fly’s bye,
I close my eyes.
And I ask myself why
I just sit through the time.
When time is fake?
It’s just something I choose to take.
I take it slowly. As it passes.
I try to watch.
Just like watching the grasses,
It’s all I can do,
That's what I've been told.
To know what is true,
I sit, watch, as it unfolds.