No matter where it is you go,
And the secrecy you maintain,
And who you think would never know,
And how much you trust in your brain,

There’s always someone watching you,
Seeing the things you thought you did
Free of the askance looking view
In the soul’s conspiracy hid.

And as they spy they start to smile
And think of whom else they might tell
The perverted version to, while
They conjure up false sights as well.

Even innocuous actions
Face gross misinterpretations
By those who see mere fractions
With the worst imaginations.