He just watches…
While I try, while I cry
He just watches…
While I become confused, feel abused, as if part of a ruse
He just watches…
While time escalates, my words disseminate, yet hearts around me seem to disintegrate
And yet,
This I know…
He watches with assurance, with peacefulness and with confidence
This I know…
He watches not as a spectator who cannot play, but as a Victor just watching the scenes change, knowing exactly when to appear.
This I know…
He is not required to play by my rules…
Isn’t it the other way around?
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