Spooked: A Poem

Spooked
There is a car in the mirror
Footsteps in the park
My room doesn’t feel right
What is in the heart?
Spooked

The stranger needs a ride
Maids clean up the room
An over friendly clerk
The clouds are filled with gloom
Spooked

Some say open sources
They’ve changed the ancient craft
But to walk sublimely
It seems kind of daft
Spooked

If you are so innocent
Why should one even care
Because of privacy and freedom
The crescent and the bear
Spooked