Observer

It seems that I change from moment to moment,

first this for awhile,

then that comes up,

or things simply happen in the many events of the day.

Emotions, feelings, thoughts,

like a Ferris wheel spinning constantly

pulling me from the center,

becoming scattered in what is only passing.

Amidst the chaos,

the inner voices,

the ebb and flow of events

both inner and outer,

who is it that observes,

takes notice,

seeks to find true peace and meaning?