Sometimes I crave passivity,
Seclusion from the world.
I wish to be a voyeur,
Blindly, I’d see.
I don’t want to analyse,
To judge,
To decide,
But to accept what’s before me.
If time would halt,
For just one moment,
Shielded from expectation,
I could just be.
Alas, as I sit and write,
I must concede,
These words themselves
Are sheer irony.
Author notes
*sighs* =)
