Bystander's Curse

A war between the possibilities, all in flux
Outcomes of all kinds, Simulations come alive
Some are proud, its all worth the blood
Some couldn't be happier to escape the hive 

Sometimes I watch the battles from up close
At times when I am consiously detached
Some are proud, they still carry a Vandetta
Some romanticising, a forgiveness unmatched

The battlefields I escape, often turn dusty
I cannot engage when I am tired and aware
Some are proud they are make-up artists
And some say, for a mascara, they never cared

I often watch the battle field from a distance
With more like me, at the end of the hall
Some are proud they can't get drunk
Some swear on the Gods, they don't drink at all

These days it's hard to pick the battles or fields
Paralysing dilemma, of the cost of this ride
Cannot decide what brings me more peace
Be happy to watch, or just pick a damned side!

-Al