So many times you’ve seen me
just going about my day,
getting on and off the subway.
On my way to work,
even playing hooky!
One day you might find me,
in the bowls of the tube,
watching the news flash by
on the bronze screen.
Click! Without even asking.
I hope you’ll get the right shot,
as you frame me for the scene.
Whatever your eyes desire dear,
they’re free to look at me.
Don’t mind the cap — the one with the long obscuring peak;
It’s the least I can do,
to reserve me for your eyes only.
I would dress all in black too — a cape from nape to toe,
but short of staying home,
I’m powerless; they’ve got me on lock!
Doesn’t it make you wonder
if you would’ve been a naysayer, in 1949?
Would you have believed that wherever you travel,
tinted little orbs would follow?
Grown small in the eyes of man,
smaller still amongst those orbiting our world,
it is possible to call this life,
But is it possible to call it our own?