Watchers

Yet, another mission on an interstellar search

Hopping walls and fences just to make it to my perch, soul search

Alone hearing voices, some are loud and some are louder

The physicality of mass and matter turned to powder

I stare and blink, sink, try to re-think

Wasted minutes call me hoping for me ego to shrink

And yeah, I'm out of line, making sure I get mine

Deadline, steep fine and the sharpest decline

Still, I'm watching Watchers and their watching me back

The kind of shit that leaves you feeling like you're under attack

And if you see them, they'll be staring at you

Predicting what you will do, because they think they know you