The Watcher by Rocky

I've been watching my life

pass before me

in black and white,

- the stark and the dark.



Small things occupy my mind.

While the large and important

miss my notice,

- to obsession.



I journey forth protected,

Tho' stray tear may track my cheek,

or hollow chuckle escape me.

I am the watcher

having no time for the large conclusion,

- I live only for the illusion of living.

(c) 1998 S. Day

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