Sit and watch. Just sit and watch.

There was only so much that could have been done, there was only so much that should have been done.

The way things unfolded, like an unblemished red carpet being rolled out to accomodate thoughts, and more thoughts.

Like the way the sun would rise to scatter its rays, chasing away the dark and putting colours back.

Where once were awashed with colours, now stood a blank portrait, now stood a forlorn wreck.

Sit and watch. Just sit and watch.

As the then and now fused to confuse,

as the past and present held hands, to form a ruse.

Tricked, all were.

So do sit and watch…

just sit and watch.

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