We think we are aware of the minutiae of our lives, but the truth is we are sleepwalking through everyday events, without realizing what is going on.
A Thief in the Night
Back in the Old Days, thieves coming to snatch
Ev’rything, could do so by digging through
Walls of your house, necessitating you
And your kinsmen to take turns at the latch.
Recently, a subtler sort of thieving batch,
Evading detection, silent like Sioux
Out on a hunting party, our Vishnu
From within, lies in wait, hoping to catch
A lapse in attention: its purpose is
To weed out the creators from the drones.
Heed these words: if you really must insist
In sleeping through the best that your life owns,
Expect to wake up someday without your
Freedom; friendless, frightened and a failure.