Looking out from a vantage point
High above the masses,
Seeking all the wisdom left by ages
eons past,
Yearning understanding as a guide
Through rocky passes,
Hoping against hope that every breath
Won't be the last.
Being an observer of
The human situation,
Learning how they deal with strain
And daily aggravation,
Seeing how they grow and go
In multiple directions,
Little secrets that they hide
Just to avoid detection.
Mumbled, jumbled lives so
Froth with muddled complication.
Amazing what one sees from this
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