This hill

The world goes on without me.
I have climbed some large hill
and now I look down
and see.
I wonder if it's
what God feels like;
looking down at all this confusion
unable to really help.
Just watch.
It gets lonely
watching the world change
without you.
It's like I'm
Benjamin Button;
The world is aging
and I'm... not younger
nor wiser.
Just me.
Is this the price of freedom?
Away from the world
we find who we really are.
Who am I?
Someone who's quiet
someone who listens
someone who finds herself
too easily entertained
and who can read people,
but not well enough
to fill her own selfish needs.
Everyone gets lonely
but here, on top of this litte hill,
where I come to watch the world change,
sometimes it is
the loniliest
place
of all.