Paranoid

When concrete clues point to imaginary crimes,
And words acquire meanings from the air,
And sirens bright and blaring in your mind,
Are warning of attacks that aren’t there,

And every second in your back you feel a knife,
But turn and see it’s but a friendly pat,
And everything seems like a threat to this new life,
That you want to maintain just where it’s at.

All this could mean that you have lost your mind,
That you’re an overthinking paranoid; a wreck.
Or it could mean this life you’ve tried to find,
Is really worth your effort to protect.