Sometimes, I can't help but be an observer
I can't let myself go in the moment
Years of critical training take over
Searching my memories for precedent
I think furiously of theory
Does this exist within my worldview?
Do I need to adjust my philosophy?
What aspects of this are new?
I struggle to see what is really there
Just the product of what people have done
And, well, I need to make myself care
To let myself be what the moment asks I become
And the critic? As long as they're quiet they can stay
Their time will come, but that time is later in the day
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