The Observatory

By G!

Life in its definition, is a mysterious place,
The one place we observed life, was in the observatory.
As a pair of eyes can not see its own face,
Life can't be seen, if we're living in it.
To have a path in life, is an obligation,
And the observatory permits no obligations, not obliged to just it.
Hence we can no longer frequent the observatory,
When we are obliged to the direction of life.
The observatory is the eye, only the eye,
To witness life, in all its horror and glory.
We may have seen all, though done none,
Long as we are, say, protected by the observatory.
In everyone's history, we all make our stay in the observatory,
From what we see of life there, we decide our paths in life.
This stay in the observatory, though pleasant, not infinite,
Sooner than later, life beckons for our coming.
When life calls for us, hopefully we've seen much,
And sentimentally, we step down from the observatory.
We soon forget, how life looked like,
As we enter life, we only see the path,
That paves forward from us.

I wrote a lot of poems recently, it's mostly because my English teacher wants us to submit an optional 21 line-poem for the poetry unit, besides the mandatory literary paragraph. And here are the poems I wrote:
The Observatory (This one)
It Spends a Lot
A Hypothesis on Love
I'm Dreaming 
Does anyone have a suggestion as to which one I should submit for extra credit?