Words strung together

"I sometimes feel like a spectator in my own life. One whose cries would be missed if not there - but whose fading voice hardly influences the run of things. Its as if I have become entangled in the clockwork of a myriad of things that encircle my life - chiming when they want me to and ticking along at other times. It seems so difficult to break free of the old habit of quiet acceptance - which hastily surfaces to drown the instinct that threatens to create a ripple in the placid surface." - Not entirely representative of my life at all times, some words I put there because I felt they stood up and begged me to place them there.