Passive Observer - Poem

Shot off vital aspects of soul, you’re not your life’s director

To fulfill an active role and grow your God inside

We’re falling down, we’re down and out

Why act this way, signs say go

As if you’re running in a horror film

Only director turns the inside out

He’s to judge when the tale will end your role

He defines in the script your bottom line

What if book are lying?

What if prayers and words and colors are not alive?

Moral heights are gone and that fake injustice won’t come

What if days are drying?

Empty pages reflect your lifetime

Buried in seconds, forcing the blame

Passive observer you step in yourself

So Alone

So Alone

So Alone