The Observers
making life a single solid learning lesson, always absorbing studying analysing interpreting
through subconsciousness, an instinctual or not so instinctual habit the question remains.
always aware of what they're doing yet allow it anyways
consistently testing and exploring the mind that is not their own
and taking that to benefit both, an accomplice to the home
a mantra, the paradigm of intellectual intellects wins
it's better to observe than to be the specimin
creatures stuck in standstill, unknownst of their own fate
their static world in static perfection, always moving without pace
no progression whatsoever and everything stays the same
no progression whatsoever and everything stays the same
no progression whatsoever and everything stays the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful poem on consciousness...The last four lines reflect an acute awareness of the techniques of the art of poetry...