The Device

Smooth like pebbles gushed in water
As silver as moon lit snow
Large as a book yet small as a shoe
Safe in my drawer
Hidden from the light
It tells me quietly secrets of the night
Cold and secretive all alone, drifting through time
As sturdy as stone
Growing and growing, more and more
More powerful than ever before
Fighting hard to get out of my drawer
It takes control of my mind
Secretly so I don’t realise
Other devices come and join it
Eventually they are the dominant
Slowly and slowly, the world becomes controlled