Yesterday night, I witnessed my observing self,
It said ‘all others were merely voices in the head’.
‘Some took me that way, the others to another,
All going through the merry-go-round, from brr brr to grr grr’.
(I asked)Was it the joker on Sunday? and the victim on Monday?
‘They play and sway’ it said, ‘with an exception to none day’.
The observer soothed me into listening to each one,
Silently and patiently, till, all were falsely done.
(Moments later) ‘Alas, one more of those’ and threw its hands in the air,
‘Well, who?’ I shook,
‘O silly, you silly,’ mocked the critic, ‘the observer itself’.
A Little Green Bell 