[ WP ] Some men lead , and others follow . I do neither ; I watch .

Lonely. Got some good news. Not enough sleep. Oh to be blissfully unaware, they walk the streets absorbed within themselves too troubled with their own feelings. Enough gazing down below, how are our friends in conference room 452 doing? Nervous, very nervous. *What time is it? * 
 
 *8:01. * His lateness was uncanny. They ’ re getting upset, if only they knew. But they never know, just the same as the rest. Their futile struggle of power, of existence, is amusing at best. At least it makes me smile. Well and money, that too. *Time? * 
 
 *8:02. * What would I be if I wasn ’ t this? Who knows. Something I guess. Would I be a leader or follower? Wonder what is easier to be? Both are easier than this. I hate this. Still, I can ’ t turn myself away from the truth. Of what is. *Time? * 
 
 *8:04. * I think its fear. They are all fearful, everyone. Afraid of what lurks in the darkness. I do. But being in the dark isn ’ t scary. Besides only by being in darkness can you see the light. *Time? * 
 
 *8:05. * Still not there yet, his diplomatic buddies are on the verge of panic. Maybe he knew, caught wind of the shenanigans his plumped faced adviser has gotten him into. Easily he is the most worried of all. So ironic he will be in the room as it happens. Covering his tracks I suppose. *Time? * 
 
 *8:08. * Leaders and followers. Herders and sheep. If these men are herders and the ones below are sheep, what does that make me? Am I the earth upon which they walk, watching them in disturbed silence until I release my fury upon the chosen? Perhaps. It could be the simple fact we are all, *movement! * 
 
 Door is opening, it ’ s him. Steady yourself. Be flat. *Breath. * Target is now sitting. *Breath. * Aim. *Breath. * *Breath. * Pull. 

