Life moves on. 
One person can watch it all. 
They can watch the fakers, 
They can pity the posers 
They can find the lost, 
They can feel the unfeeling. 
One person can mourn silently. 
Walking undisturbed, on the outside. 
On the inside is from of which they watch. 
Looking out, while crying 
Moment to moment. 
They watch without touching, 
Not making a ripple 
In the course of time. 
The sea makes waves, 
But one life stands on water. 
And that one person, 
Is drowning.