Ch 415: An observer

I sit over the edge at night, unwanted,

Overseeing the streets passing by.

The breeze touches my skin,

As I keep staring at the sky.

The ordinary balcony becomes more,

Perhaps a portal, a secret door.

When I am there, I feel invisible,

A witness to something incredible.

As people walk by, unaware of me,

I see them laugh, I hear them cry.

When the stage becomes dark,

I see their truth, I feel their lie.

I become an audience to a movie,

Of life, of tragedy, and something true.

One that they can't hide or run,

Something they seem to pass through.