The Quiet Watcher

by | Jan 20, 2019 | Poems

I’m not him
I just watch him
Quietly
He wakes up
He runs through the park
He does yoga and sit-ups
He eats breakfast
He meditates
He rides to the coffee shop
He writes in his journal
I’m not him
I just watch him
I’m in the control tower
Watching everything he does
But I’m not him
I just watch him

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