An elegy for privacy

In childhood I dreamed of a world quite grand
Where my name and face were far from mystery
A life far removed from one boring and bland
Popular, famous, in fact, pure fantasy

How could I know that my dream would become real
My name and identity are known far and wide
Governments, stores, and thieves don’t need to steal
I’ve given it freely, when asked, I provide

Now everything is different, complex, distorted
Reportedly the data on me is vast
All that I do is electronically recorded
Much of it collected to chronicle my past

I’m lacking in answers but mired in questions
How do you know data collectors will be honest?
If they’re not tracking me, explain ad suggestions
Is this the future that technology promised?

Oh give me the life that was simple and understood
When I was myself as no other could be
Alas it is gone and lamenting is no good
All that I want is a little privacy

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