Spying

Thru the pit hole
Of your mind
I sit quietly
Murmuring your thoughts
Here I am
Knitting the web
Of the following day

Thru the hollow way
Of your brain
I jump around
Like a mad squirrel
Eating every bit of information
You have stored
Just so you forget
To send that note or report

Thru your conscience
I play dominoes
Without knowing at all
It is I who controls
Your ever move,
you act all tough

I’m the evil side in you
I’m the good angel dressed in black
But please, do blame god,
For he exists only in church!