Passive

Sometimes i am a patient witness...
Silently weigh the truth of each and every moment..
Observing the ballet of puppets..
How do they keep the strings from getting tangled?
Sometimes i imagine that i know all these people...and i remember i do.
I wonder if they know that they are inside my head..
Closing my minds eye to all this vile deception...i take a deep breath
Sometimes i wonder if i am passive..
Sometimes i can see even when my eyes are closed