The Free Will

I am.... a consciousness with no mind,
Observer of all, seeing, but truly blind,

I can see the universes come together,
Great oceans stirring up fierce storms and weather.

Yet I cannot see why the man beats his wife,
Or why the troubled teen injects himself with strife.

I feel the particles around me, changing,
Forming new things, Rearranging,

But I do not feel the love that is supposedly there,
In the marriage that "works", a façade debonair,

I guess I'm just not cut out for the human world,
Transforming constantly, as the new day is unfurled.

Those humans..... Such interesting things,
So flawed, yet so functional, to me, joy it brings,
On the other side, they are easy to control, like puppets on strings,
Some demanding respect, when clearly not earned, wishing to be kings,

But soon enough, their sins will find them, leaving them bickering,
Trying to catch that last light, that light that isn't quite dead, but just barely flickering.