The Watchful Orphan

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My silence is my meditation,
my observation my learning,
my speech, my teaching.

Every movement, I calculate.
Every noise, I notice.
Every voice, I recognize.

Nothing passes me without my recognizance
I am the spy's eyes.
I am the wolf's ears.

When I am not to be seen, I won't be.
When I am not to be heard, I won't be.
My presence is unknown to everyone but who I wish.

My presence is a 6th sense with you cannot fathom,
you cannot feel.
A senseless sense that I pour upon you,
leaving you in utter disposition,
as I do my bidding.

My covering of mystery is not merely a ruse.
It is a trait that gets me through
so I may not crack under the pressure.
As I make my way through the world,
with no-one at all.


The Watchful Orphan ~ Zenith Ringmaster

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