Water From a Rock

I'm tired of trying
to make something crucial and beautiful,
something cool enough to impress you,
from my changeable, unstable thoughts.
Like striking water from a rock.
I'm not enough of a prophet.
This is all I've got:
A mild interest
A middling significance
A vague hope that someone
will take care of the rest

Forever an observer
A concerned bystander
A sympathetic outsider
Leaning on your shoulder
Allowing myself to grow older
As I loosen the fingers
Clinging uselessly to the controller
Letting the world spin
Come hell or high water