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the watchers are staring
through the door we left ajar,
i guess they see it coming,
they say it isn't far,
The watchers stay in hiding
in the forest of their thought
they look at it and wonder
if it all is done for naught
tunnel vision of the mind
moving on so fast,
the future slowly changes
the present to the past
we see them looking in
and feel they're looking through
but its really just a mirror
of ourselves in close review.