When Every Move Is Anticipated - The Spectacle

Hes been running away, but he knows not from what

shes been hiding again, but she knows not from what and their eyes whisper

'save me' SAVE ME

trapped in the notion that someone is watching

stuck in the patterns that everybody is walking

as we tire of old cliches, we become them ourselves but what is one to do,

when every move is anticipated?

where are you suppose to go, when your tracks

are already in front of you?

when they can’t loose you, you must loose yourself

fuck their expectation!

NO ONE IS WATCHING!