Conscious

In a detrimental space where they'll lie and try to save face, Expecting me to acquiesce Ignore my senses and even gauge my odd eye to shut out consciousness to negate focus But eye never rests, Eye never closes in succumbing to hypnosis of those who swing pocket watches Afront unexpecting patrons who sit still on couches Of the ones only interested in the type of change found in the cushions, and restricting the type that brings peace into fruition

In a detrimental space, I may lie, but eye never rest