Paranoia Everydaya


I am walking.... walking through a patronizing wasteland, of eyes and mouths.Nothing can stop them talking, but a death, a shock so loud.

It isn't just simple time out, or further seeing of my life, but a painful trip of tunnel vision, vivid images I slide.

I want to get to somewhere, or maybe do something, but Right now I am nothing and leading nobody to nowhere.

This lack of constant meaning, of wanting missions to more than here, is leading me into motion of waiting for that fear.

The paranoia found me, just walking down the street, just when I was finding away to watch my feet.

It lept because I recognized, somebody from somewhere, in threes they come with laughter, and me I dont want to care.

Someone calls my name, but another me they find, for I do not know anyone here, I am deaf and dumb and blind.

I get to the end of my time wasting spree, now hot and late and distorted. The faces still they watch for me, ready and alerted.

Look another human, walking so controlled, we must corrupt her thinking, invade her spacious thought.

Thats what I think anyway, I dont know If they do, but I do know if youre not careful, theyll be watching after you.