Where?

what am I to say about all the coming and going?
who am I to judge its morality?
Does all that I have done or choose to not do..
put me in a "better place"
what is there left to do?
I stand by and watch... wait...
offer what pitence of comfort and cognition
will I.. her.. they.. them.. him.. ever be in control of it
Life of course
is there really such a thing? Control...
or is that a mental construct?
which is it?
when will it take its place.. its space?
am I deserving?