Watcher Poem by Michael Carlson

We wait
For that which we don't
Yet wish we knew
We run
Away from the known
And towards that which we don't
We call
to what we cannot see
Yet we still believe
We search
For the which is still hidden
That which we fear
We hide
Yet it sees
Sees and disbelieves
We create
With out a thought or a glance
We have brains
Yet we cannot think
We destroy those misunderstood
And those disliked
We die
We fight the inevitable
Try to escape
But there is none...