Hidden Windows
An eye fall here, a hover there, an infinite stream to walk.
To meet, to greet, to connect and beat, and in the shadows talk.
A thousand gates, a thousand ways, a thousand gaps of time.
A million points for keeping score, and holding desire's line.
Classified and characterized, herded through narrowing runs.
Fed to fatten and cut to trim, all under the guise of fun.
Skin in the game bleeding out, until only the skin is left.
And alone in the dark, a billion silenced voices wept.
I know you, I know it all, I know every secret and every pore.
You are mine, nothing hidden, no cupboard or secret drawer.
Your thoughts are bare, your thoughts are not yours at all.
All you are is what I gave, and all that you were was trawled.
You traded yourself in the hope to find who you really are.
A thousand empty rooms, and eight billion exposed scars.
What you found was what you lost, now far out of your reach.
For when you opened the window, you let in the endless leech.
