I am the witness

Of late I have thought,
What good of me, but provide
What be of me, without this life
Family, job, and the daily grind

I then read that, I am not this
I am what witnesses it
What I should do is step behind
And watch if I am doing right

Am not the doer, oh not at all
But will be victim, as I direct him
If I quieten, the mind's chatter
In daily run too, will there be peace