Every time I try to sneak,
I feel they easily catch me
That even before I turn to peep
They’re already there, watching
Like the super moon in June
I feel the gaze wherever I turn.
Regardless of time, they’re undisturbed
Regardless of distance, bright and haunting
But I wouldn’t think of running.
P.S. I’m not a fan of and not good at poetry. But, anyway.