I sat in comfort
At the peak of my mountain
I saw everything yet -
I took no part
Roads interwined
New buildings erupted and
Old buildings were torn down or
Refurnished
Why is there constant change?
I could see no imperfections in these creations
But it seems I must be wrong.

I was tempted at times to move from my stupor.
When I witnesses great harm or relief
But my place is among the hidden
I am a shadow in your soul