As I watch over all,

I cannot help to wonder,

Through my own trivial existence,

A carbon copy,

Ordinary and alike to all,

That those I watch upon,

Look upon me with a lens of significance,

An omnipotence presence that stares back.

How foolish man can be?

That through perspective alone,

I am seen as worthy to admire,

For I look down with similar intentions,

On the same path,

We stare back at one another,

Both starstruck on who to turn to.