Watching

Somewhere in the misty darkness
I can feel the spookiness
of watching eyes, watching eyes
watching progress or demise.

Through the world I walk
through the internet I talk
and silent watchers watch and watch
seemingly silent but really not

For I must pay the player of pipes
the time is coming and almost ripe
when those who wield the sharpest might
will reach to wound and end the fight

In this world wars waged with images
are bound to bring more damages
than all weapons invented in the past
the sword of the mind victorious at last...

The net to bind all living souls
has reached a state of mass control
in life and love the masses know
their every friend and every foe

So in the final compromise
webs woven of laws and lies
uphold all the sin and shame
for which one perfect bears the blame

And somewhere in the misty darkness
I can feel the spookiness
of watching eyes, staring eyes
watching progress or demise.