View From the Backseat

View from the Back Seat I watch, entranced this time by the lightest blue eyes, Transfixed by the struggle, the dedication, the pain, the triumph, The sickness, the determination, the ever constant need to create. I forget my own quiet moments absorbed in me. Those moments, inspired, which caused me to create, Now, I watch. Accused by all that I am drifting in a sea of someone else; Warned to hold on to me, But knowing that the biggest part of me wanted to love And be loved. My greatest creation was of a relationship I longed for For half of my life, Now living in it for the other half. Perhaps my words aren’t as witty or as bright or as entertaining, But my heart and mind have taken the full ride that I wanted. I guess it’s about balance, Or about hunger, But my hunger always existed for people, There is my greatest art, My connection to people, It’s always what has driven me, So why are they all so surprised by my stance. In the forefront publicly, I’ve always been the observer Of those that I’ve loved. Watched, but absorbed in watching. Appreciated, but distracted by appreciating. Never truly a back-seater, but tired, calm, Leave the work to others, Hoping for one more spark of energy, Of innovation to quiet them, more importantly, To quiet me…… and then I’ll sit back and Reconnect, watching, absorbing, appreciating others, And then the critics will see that this is what will be my Lasting calling card. The mirror that kept them strong and at their best, This makes me memorable to all that I’ve touched. Watch.