The Observer

I am the fly on the wall, 

Silent,

Yet present. 

You wonder why I do not speak, 

You do not realize, 

That is because I am listening.

I am analyzing, 

I am understanding.

I place you into frame, 

I see your lightness and your darkness, 

I see your features and faults, 

Your movements 

and most of all, 

I see you.

Only then do I know, 

How I will approach you, 

How I will protect myself from you,

How you will know me. 

For only the observer knows,

Where to strike, 

Where to hide, 

And especially, 

In what capacity you two, 

Shall coincide.