Paranoia

Tic tok, is that a clock? Counting down, familiar sound. I think I hear the click’s as clear, Faint resonance that’s carried ‘round. A watched kettle never boils, A memory will never spoil. Another shock to breach this air, than A ticking clock that’s somewhere there. Clap trap, the sound of feet? Someone I'm supposed to greet? Adrenal glands begin to flow, What’s to unfold, I do not know! Times tiny segments clip my space, And lacerate this sombre place, No protection, I'm exposed, To fates intrusive, probing nose. What the hell have I done wrong? Why on Earth cant I belong, Wonder, worry always meet, Woeful ends I try to cheat.