We are sleepwalking toward the end,
As machines quicken, outpacing control.
Surveillance unchains, seeping unseen,
Privacy crumbling at the seams.
It’s not just cameras dotting our streets—
It’s the quiet, omnipresent gaze,
Tracking each movement, each turn,
Harvesting lives, bit by bit, day by day.

The data flows, an unyielding tide,
As we watch, passive, from the shore.
We are allowing the world to fray,
As technology etches a darker course—
And still, we do nothing,
Lost in the hum of a digital age.