The Watcher

I ask myself if I can still be myself while under complete surveillance. The answer is yes. Of course, yes.

There's a watcher who has placed me in a cage

They check up on me throughout the day

The watcher likes to gauge the look on my face

To make sure that I remain put in my place

And when I abide to the protocol, they're happy and finally give life their all

They go out with friends, get drunk, and get sloppy

And when the watcher comes home, they stand laughing before me

"Did you enjoy the nothingness today, my slave?"

Soon the watcher falls asleep and the stars I gaze

The next day, the watcher wakes up quite disheveled

And runs to the cage as I stand front and center

And they squint their eyes before flashing a smile

"Be good my pet, or I'll take your life"

The watcher seems to bask in holding me prisoner

Their pleasure comes solely from keeping me withered.

But the watcher has a watcher that watches them too

And they have no clue of the things he can do

So I sit in my cage and I play with newspaper

Knowing one day the watcher's reign will dismember

Not cause anything changes, but because I'm no longer bound

On that day, they'll realize, the lost has been found

Author's Note

"You may have to deal with more than your share of negative influences in the form of deceptive people. Psychic vampires will see through to your insecure inner self and attempt to drain your energy by taking advantage of you. Psychic warfare is not your scene; such interactions will weaken you spiritually and physically.

You can find the appropriate inner strength and courage through more subtle or creative ways. Music, dance, and even poetry will meet your creative self-expression needs. It is also in your best interests to be comfortable with and know your limits, which applies to your competitiveness and passionate desires."