Perplexing...

Uninterested, disenchanted...
Disillusioned, indifferent...
Suppositions and assumptions,
Presumptions and predilections,
Life's all about these...
Varying and mutating, 
Shifting paradigms, deign to attract...
Each day, each hour, each minute;
No one knows why,
None knowing what else to try...
an uncanny existence;
a weird rut of complacency...
Boredom towers, ennui hovers;
The world's demanding change,
The world's exacting a revolution...
The pace, however set;
doesn't remotely evoke an inspiration...
Craving and begging;
Down on its haunches...
yet not given up;
The world's showing...
One last chance of utter salvation...

Singularity and Thoughts...

Clairvoyant, is what they call me...
For I predict their future;
They are in awe, they are spell-bound;
Yet they fear me, hold me at bay...
I am the source, of their wariness and cageyness...
Caught in the irony called life,
I am needed yet discarded...
I keep my silence, lest my words ache others;
I keep my eyes down, lest my sight harms others;
Yet I can't keep my ears closed...
My hearing acute - I know the curses that spout;
Why the curse, beyond me...
Am I not the salve they need, when need matters?
Why the hypocrisy, why the turntables?
A prisoner of birth, the author quotes;
My existence..in tandem with his perfect profundity...

Thoughts...

Observation is my forte,

For I am helpless to do anything else,

I can't speak - mute I am;

I can't hear - deaf I am;

I can watch but cannot point - a cripple...

Mentally and physically, shortchanged;

far worse than a human could ever be...

Emotionally - am a wreck;

like a ship that has been tossed and turned...

I know I could have jumped the plank;

If the pirate called fate, had not tied my hands...

If I could, who could I call out to? 

Would anyone would have even reached out?

Now I don't suppose anything, don't assume anything;

Try and let it happen, as it has been so far...

Yet I do want to make a difference, an effort;

A change - even a slight one, if I could...

That's why the observation...

But, what I could and what I actually can;

A chasm - as wide as the night and day...

The only way to link the two;

Make my existence a far worse crepuscle than it needs to be...