An Ancient Song

i stand in the divide
between souls
between worlds
is it mine to decide
who to help
who to step aside for
who to let fall
who to raise up

i have been here
. . . . . millennia
sometimes fogs thicken
i am never lost
nor always sure
how clear is my vision
crystal - sometimes a in flash,
a blaze of understanding

i only know i span aeons
you have likely met me
most who travel have
know me? doubtful
my job is not to be known
it is to observe
and perhaps to step up
when, sigh - the quandary

as i must stand outside
it my place of belonging
mine is to see patterns
not to become be part of
yet i slip over and over
chose a path over freedom
my heart falters, notates
my place - the inbetween