I Am I

Beating with life you promised life, security, happiness.
Unfortunate son cornered, cowering in the pit
Of circling panes of glass that
surround and reveal the ever present "It".

"It" is my move, my every look, interpreting gestures, informing other
What's undercover and lurking beneath my mask
Of this year's featured model.
Is this too much?
Close your eyes.
Care to look inside?
I am I!

What may appear might easily be explained
But given the situation of info saturation
What you feel can never go away.

Steering perception? I am!
Inviting contradiction? I am!
It's my insistence you keep your distance
From the glare behind my stare.
So this is the way the game is played.
You can leave now... but I think you'll stay.
I am I!