"bystander"

I cannot live on a fantasy,

I cannot glide

atop waves

and land straight

when the board is imaginary

and the base is a figment

of the minds we constructed,

I constructed;

I had visions

and some of them

perished, died forever

but others,

I assumed,

were immune, immortal

and yet somehow

I still stray away

from the image

the helpless girl

constructed,

she speaks to me,

sometimes,

asks me if I made it

and I tell her

yes,

but also no,

the unexpected was never really

unexpected

so the sun continues to illuminate

the injustice

as I sit

and watch

and do nothing,

the peril of a bystander

more violent than a terrorist.