As my window turns into an eye
And I´m behind the eye,
I can watch the world
Through a better view,
And as seasons pass like minutes
And people pass like seconds,
Apart from the world
I watch them relentlessly through my eyes,
Because I´m a watcher
Between time and space,
Immortal but afraid,
Undead but scared,
Free but locked,
Flying but on earth,
There but still here.
I´m a watcher, not a human,
Not a creature, not not a spirit,
Not in heaven, not in hell.
My window is my eye
And my eye is always open,
Until the end of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This is so wonderful; this line hits me Flying but on earth I'm a watcher And my eye is always open, Until the end of time. Always searching, wandering, and observing, gaining insight and finding ways to cope or create peace :)