Ever Watchful

He stands there unaware of his fate
His watchful eyes, but its almost too late

Me, I’m confused
Wondering if it’s me being used.
Ready to swing wherever this wind it takes.
With this false hope which inevitably breaks.

She, a subject where I lack clue,
Where everything comes out of the blue.

And we, we can't deny it, we just pretend.
Between these walls nothing happened
Contriving a plot, for one it has to end.

So they, they pass judgement, they’re here to judge
Their best shot, which I’m poised to dodge.