Perspective

I took this photo.

That aching burn
In your chest,
It’s here to tell you,
You’re a guest.

You’re not the
Examiner, teacher,
Or even the test.

You’re an observer,
A beating mass floating
in space and time.

The subject and object,
They’re not you, no,
It’s all mazes and mime.

You are perspective.
The lesson learnt after
A lifetime of stress.