April 2, 2012
I am an observer.
I see the world in its entirety.
The good,
the bad.
I see the headlines,
the pain and the confusion.
I watch my friends stumble, fall, and die.
But I just stand here and watch.
I know what they need,
I have what they are seeking,
but they pay no attention to me.
For I am an observer.
I watch, and I wait, and I wonder:
What if?
What if I said something?
When will they learn?
Why do I just keep standing here?
Why do I observe?

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