Fly On The Wall

Hello Mr. Davis!
So glad you are finally here.
It was a painstaking chore observing your life.
An undertaking to say the least…
I itched for interference,
But that is not my place.
I am merely the fly on your wall.

I patiently observed
As you did what you knew you shouldn’t.
The path needed was known,
But at every single fork
You went against your gut.
You felt the false ground beneath your feet,
Yet still walked until your feet bleed.

You were kind though,
Which made this even harder to watch.
If the karma is sound, the outcome is just,
But you drew the short straw.
Life is a theory, not a theorem.
The sum of our existence is not our own,
Forever exposed to the variables.

You took it on the chin.
Through gritted teeth you endured
Longer than you should have.
I rooted for your demise,
As I heard you do so many times.
I wanted to whisper what you needed to hear;
That alone you weren’t enough.

I know because I was you.
Perpetually pressed by all the pressures
That would never lead to diamonds.
I would get lost when things got light,
So I added on more weight.
I blamed the things I could not control,
Always pointing my hypocritical finger.

Eventually I was pulverized,
Just as you have done to yourself.
Through your myopic lens, I saw what I had not.
A tortuous hindsight,
Helpless to apply what was newly found.
A learning lesson too late to deploy,
Echoing like a regretful goodbye.

A regret I feel within this farewell…
For I wish you the best of luck.
Yet know that this was not a warning,
As there is nothing that can be done.
You will want to help
And to say you are sorry,
But that is not your place anymore.

As I was you, you are now me:
Nothing more than a fly on a wall,

Doomed to witness all the mistakes you missed.