The Observer

…Do you wonder who that shadow is

That apparition lurking in the dark

That blurred figure always present 

Omnipresent in its mock

 

I am that being

That phantom 

All seeing

All knowing

 

I watch on intently, curiously

As a mother watches her new born

As a babe watches the world

As God watches man

 

I look on, ever in awe

With my magnifying glass

I take in all details 

Careful in my steps

 Meticulous in my dealings

 

For I must not dabble 

I must not Interfere

I cannot be involved

I am an observer, nothing more

 

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