The Inner Spy
Underneath the watchful sky
Lies the stealthy, fickle spy;
Hidden eyes that we forget,
That sets in stone what we regret.
Unravelling webs of our deciet,
No secret can we truely keep.
That little voice within your ear
Makes consciousness a thing to fear.
Unforgiving of hearts desires
And never fooled by crafty liars;
A witness to our deepest shame,
Pointing out what's ours to blame.
Underpinned by the pursuing lens;
Inside and out, it never ends.
And no respite can be found alone,
Surveillance even invades our home.
Unconscious devices shape our path,
Yet we never have the final laugh.
The joke's on us, but we're the last to see,
That freedom really isn't for free.
Copyright © Charlotte Aitken | Year Posted 2010
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