i watch life pass me by
while i stand bemused
in a shadowy corner, gathering dust...
i stare as seasons rush by
unconcerned, and curiously untouched
burrowed in my safe, mossy niche...
maybe i was born too soon
or else, born too late
because there's nothing in my sight
that tempts me to challenge Fate
i gape in wondrous surprise
as people go through their lives
in colorful and violent swirls
reaching lofty heights
and plunge into heart-rending depths
while mine stays curiously flat
methinks that life is just
too complicated to be rushed
so i'm going to take another nap
and wait for these things to pass
