Poem: Paranoia

Another side of life
we all well know
A part of the soul
that doesn't glow

Fright is the fruit...
fear too
Paranoia, oh wow...
mental disorder avows

Excitement about something
…phobia of nothing
The dynamic subconscious
in a part-time bliss

Straying on the delusional side
where paranoia readily abides...
keeping the curious soul alive,
without the synthetic tranquilize

Neurosis for all
occasionally the illusionary call
The old paranoia...
the surreally incidental protocol