Helplessly paranoid,
Knowing not where life shall take me.
Always fearing I’m alone.
Losing innocence along the way.

Awaiting naivety’s return by,
Questioning the past,
That moment was real?
Was this my life?

Ever troubled; my life means nothing.
Won’t it be forgotten anyway?
Wishing for that innocence,
So life would seem important again.

Every moment passing slowly,
Taunting me; my death day nears.
Until
A good moment swiftly blows by me.

The wind quickly drags me down,
My few good memories tagging along,
Leaves swirling down on me,
Better times constantly nagging my brain.

Paranoid forever.
Though I’ll always look back,
The changes in me will help me along,
Soon these paranoid days may be just a breeze.

05/22/2003

Author's Note: Originally called "Let Me Be Amanda." An oldie.

Posted on 06/03/2005
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