“Life through a peephole” Gun Roswell 

Peephole

Through the tiny window
I watch the outside world
As the soft clouds by flow
And I wish onto them to be hurled
To fly like the birds in the skies
Or take a ride on a horse divine
To for it all and then fall
Fast asleep and dream for more

But it’s not for me
For you see 

I am the watcher
Behind the scenes
I am the onlooker
Never the participant 
I am the ever loner
When the others live
I am the one keeps the record
While the others sleep
I am alway here
Behind the peephole
Watching, learning
Sometimes even yearning
Go, be a part of it all
But as time for me has stalled
As I am the one
The caretaker of it all