As
a watcher you can be impartial.
Separation is imposed but is also the key,
Empathy makes for more intricate yet scaring progression.
Patience in your own personal everlasting universe is
meaningless,
Because you could wait,
With
the weight of the world on your shoulders forever.
Observe long enough and people become as routine as the seconds
Like the grandfather clock you can wind and maintain them,
Unlike the grandfather clock are their variables,
The subtle personalised change in the pendulum swing.
Intimate with this object you can notice the cracks, the damage.
The ripples in actions,
The
roots to problems and the occasional solution.
And with the last seconds sought before the first, the minutes
are wasted.
And amongst the hours and countless cycles people lose
themselves,
Emotions and empathy are all emptied.
You can tell time? Time is terrorized, tainted and twisted.
What remains are the watchers.
http://www.deviantart.com/art/Watchers-279177022 - artwork
