Watcher

Watcher

Whimsy strikes me

and all I see

I am all

large yet small

Whatever could I be?

I live without age

I am the unwritten page

Watching above

with hate or love

The otherworldly sage.

I have fame

that's not my aim

you beseech

I teach

and all leave with shame.

I live in the light

and own the blight

Why, they ask

for my task

and I continue the fight.

As one they plead

"What road do I lead?

Where, I seek!

why so bleak?

and yet silence is my creed.

I answer when I dare

An answer I find most fair

It is quite nice

and should suffice,

"Why on earth should I care?"