PARANOIA

Poem for Whispers Of The Soul contest

Paranoia

They say it's paranoia
That makes my mind so bent
Perhaps my thoughts are frangible
(Whatever that word meant)

It really isn't my routine
To be so gone to pot
I just can't seem to find the key
I swing from cold to hot

Every time I stop to blink
I find I've changed my mind
The answer should be clear by now
And not so hard to find

I must put on my thinking cap
And chase stray thoughts aside
Knuckle down and clarify
Choose and then abide

It really should be easy now
To firmly pitch my tent
And pick at last which way I'll go
To vote for president