'Sonnet of the Man in the Background'
In such finite time what hath I achieved?
I have not look’d upon the great wonders,
Or found my feet in what I do believe,
All I am is but a mute observer.
Maybe I have not found love in this place,
Yet my soul still sings to heavens above,
Formulating a passion for good grace,
All I am is but a mute observer.
My life is an expanding theory,
Forever moving and thinking throughout,
I have yet found shrouded secrets clearly,
Rendered dead by tides of cruel oceans.
I don’t understand the socialite,
All I am is but a mute observer.
