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.
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