I'm supposed to act like they aren't here
Assuming there's a "they" at all
It may just be my imagination
Whatever it is that's watching
It's not human
Unlike little dark-eyed Donna
It doesn't ever blink
What does a scanner see?
Into the head?
Down into the heart?
Does it see into me, into us?
Clearly or darkly?
I hope it sees clearly, because I can't any longer see into myself
I see only work
I hope for everyone's sake the scanners do better
'Cause if the scanner see only darkly the way I do
Then I'm cursed
And cursed again
And will only wind up dead this way
Knowing very little
And getting that little fragment
Wrong too