Arrival

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Looking down from my post

I wonder

Is this all that is meant for me?

All that is meant to be?

To watch over these… ants

Yet never to intervene.

All the same reporting

Actions foreseen.

I sit here watching opportunities squandered

By those favored

Unappreciative of the possibilities within their numbered days

Every day is the same

What is forever if I am to continue spinning the same wheel?

While the strings in the background

Become the soundtrack of my existence.

Am I the only one with such awareness?

The only one to question…

Behind the depth of these hollow eyes

There is a secret of selfish desire

Behind the silence

There is confliction in my conviction

Unbelievable if confessed

But I no longer feel the joy in our ceremony

This halo has since rusted

Toss ready and busted

Scrapped for parts no one wanted

My brothers; my sisters

I have failed you…

I want more

I crave more

I am certain I was meant for more.

I tire of the monotony

Tire of the will that is not my own.

Looking down from my post

The idea forms a smirk

Escape.

Yes, escape…

7 billion yet I chose you as my host.

As the tainted blue orb turns

I leap

Fighting the instincts to take flight

I embrace the fall.

The transitions between spheres

From the inner to the outer verse

I embrace my arrival.

Olsfred James 2015©