Impassive, but drawn to see what unfolds,
a mind of salubrious demeanor,
unwilling to bend for the fear of itself,
counting time with a steady heartbeat,
and living in the moment complete.
Such rowdy, contentious wills,
like jumping beans, bouncing within life,
the wave makers contrition,
yet to be realized, even understood,
within this rage of living profundity.
I watch with interest, with ambivalence,
like a play of life, characters born and evolving,
while time ebbs, and no peace of mind in sight,
just the buzzing of clouded minds, enacting,
pushing life to ends.
I shall remain the observer,
the impartial mind of propriety,
for my heart beats for love and none else can switch it,
not for all those dreams of hapless greed,
and the gold of distaste rewarded.