SPECTATOR BLUES

I am here, a spectator...
Just a spectator I am..
Not a historian who is obejective and impartial and has a keen memory...who records everything dutifully....
I just see things and forget them....
See I am a spectator after all...
I jeer with the crowd, laugh with them and cry with them
Then I become amnestic about what i have seen, Really I am a spectator ....

But sometimes , somethings refuses to leave me..
They chase my memories,
spoil my dreams,
crush my hopes,
and gives me these blues...
And I am no longer an impartial spectator..
I start having spectator blues.....