Spectators are those who sit by and watch
But who is to say just who spectates and who acts?
We are all voyeurs from time to time
And when things are slow it’s easy to slack
Even amidst the progress of getting a job done
If things aren’t moving along as we thought
We tend to sit and observe those around
To see if there’s anything new to be taught.
The man with the horse, how do they interact?
Is it a trip into town to get things that are needed
Or are they just walking at peace
In a world where all things have been seeded?
Perhaps the man in the middle of the road is the hardest at work.
Perhaps just a few seconds of breaks he is taking
As his back is quite tired and his lungs are aching
And he’s decided that for a minute his work needs forsaking.
The men on the boar look at peace and at ease
But it is impossible to believe that they are out for a joy ride
Simply enjoying the water on a mighty fine day
Perhaps they are talking, a new course to decide.
A snapshot in time that likes to tell lies
Deceiving and tricking your eyes.
Everyone appears to be at peace
Caught in a moment that will never cease.

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