Eye Spy

I notice the familiar

Walls,

The familiar cones,

Lined up in orange uniformity

As soldiers who dreadfully wait for

Inspection,

I notice right in front of me,

Letters etched onto the walls,

Directing me to the halls in which 

They are labeled,

Yet I know not the message being

Etched onto the walls. 

I walk, and I walk

I notice a camera, and 

I stop to a halt. 

The camera, with its keen,

Omnipotent, eyes, 

Watches me carefully, 

Refusing to let me pass it by,

As it waits for me to 

Perform,

All while I stand in a stubborn 

Position,

And my hands are folded to rest,

As I stare absentmindedly,

Into the camera's

Dark daggered eyes.