The Observer


More and more
I watch life
passing by
the silent observer
am I

I see me over there
talking to you
two actors in a play
I sigh, turn
and slip away

It is a relief
to shed my skin
understand
there’s no beginning
and not end

Soap opera life
stories abound
the observer watches
grateful for the peace
I’ve finally found

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3 Responses to The Observer

  1. Such beautiful colors.

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  2. chris jensen says:

    Have a lot of spare time do you Pat!

    Like

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