They Stare
Trapped in an empty space I wait,
Did I get the day straight,
I don't like being late,
So here I wait,
Feeling like bait,
Awaiting my fate,
Their eyes propagate,
As thoughts accumulate,
My unidentified state,
relating to some others' view,
What do they think I'm here to do?
While i sit waiting for you,
My emotions begin to stew,
Through the attention I drew.
My true intent in the moment,
And the reason I've been sent.
This unseen event important,
I'm your entertainment,
A form of enslavement.
I cant change the engagement,
Representing my best reflection,
Hoping you get a good impression.
Entwined in Divine Intervention,
Waiting alone in this session.
The perfect lesson,
Life is in constant progression.
Time I leave my position,
And continue on my mission,
Fishing for a reason you didn't show,
Finding a light in the shadow.
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