No trees around, But there are leaves in the gutter A thousand eyes in every home & in every eye there is a storm A Panoptic Design Prison planet Web net Spider eyes glow red Multi-layered Multi-players Virtual seams rip apart every dream Virtual screams on virtual screens Blood & circuses Hive mind & mob body In every crack there is a hole & in every hole there is an eye In every eye there is a storm Your streets, the sky-not blind A thousand eyes A thousand eyes for every home Digital trap. Don’t fight back We wake to dream We fight the sleep Is there something we are missing? 5- You are alive 4-Go thru the door 3-What is your reality, really? 2-Yes, I’m talking to you! 1- Look up
Don’t look behind. We are being followed. Do you follow? Do you mind?
"Latin panem et circenses (bread and circuses) identifies the only remaining cares of a Roman populace which no longer cares for its historical birthright of political involvement. "~WIKI Bread & Circuses is the distractions the government leaders give the populace to keep them subdued and placid. Food & entertainment. I thought these days it was appropriate to substitute 'bread' for 'blood.'
pan·op·ti·con- a circular prison with cells arranged around a central well, from which prisoners could at all times be observed.
I feel our everyday world is becoming this panopticon.