I open the newspaper and read
to find out what’s happening in the world.
I’m a spectator, a witness, a critic,
I’m not a newsmaker.
I don’t have the time,
because I have reading to do,
to keep up with the news.
Is there something wrong with that?
Am I letting the world pass me by
as if I’m not a part of it?
It’s me against the world.
I haven’t checked in.
I’m not taking part in the world’s insanity.
I can’t fix the world.
But I’m keeping up with the news.
I know what’s going on.
I’m a spectator, a witness, a critic.
I wonder if I’ll be able to read my obituary?
You know, to keep up with the news.