Is this seat taken?

How about sliding one seat to your left?
Would it change if to the right was the direction that you went?
How can we know the best choice was taken?
How can we believe when our spirit wont awaken?
What's left but to decide our fate?
Hold tight this opportunity to thoroughly debate.
Each passing trend and moment in time. Forgotten and worried about like buried land mines.
What comes next? Everyone is asking.
The necessary action lies behind our acting.
I sit undisturbed among many uniforms at the bar.
All eyes left tuned to the potential of new stars.
I refuse to take part in the stumbling of a few.
I refuse to belong to the mumblings of a crew.
I desire change through thought and intellect.
I am covered with scars that my reality continually neglects.
My life on display for all to see.
My life given to none except the one caring to believe.