Postcard 30

The eyes are always watching
They now have lids that never close
They can see you when you wear a wig
Or try to hide your nose
Just attempt to live in privacy
To hide your moves and thoughts
Even if you think you're laying low
They track the things you bought
Of course we think it's not too bad
That we have nothing to conceal
But who decides what is and is not
Subversive? We can't stop how we feel
And even if you're squeaky clean
It's awkward to be surveilled
Sometimes you want to keep some secrets
Like your first crush or how much you weigh
That resentment at the eyes' instrusion
Is the beginning of the fight
Against the sheer entitlement expressed by the
Watcher's encroachment upon your rights