And They Were Watching Me

That is where they are,
that is where I placed them.

And that is how they are:
mindless,
eyeless,
lifeless.

The table, the chair, the desk, the bed,
the lamp, the oven, the fridge, the phone.

Did I place them there?
Or was it Fate?
Or is that where they prefer to be?

How could they?
They are simply there.

It was all just a fevered daydream:
and they were watching me.

It was all just a deluded thought:
and they were watching me.