I am only an observer
A casual eye

Sometimes mischievous
Sometimes serious
Sometimes the life of the party
Sometimes, I’m the death

I am only a passerby
Finding my way with
No direction, no intentions
No reason, nor any rhyme

Destinations in every moment
Glistening upon the tide, constant
Receding with the moonlight
Returning over and over
Like dreams

I am fine

Open to the possibility of afterlife
Lying to keep heavens gates open
If only just one more night

I may need it

Quiet in my own right
Just a casual eye

Don’t block my view now

I’m just passing by