Perfectly Paranoid

May 13, 2009
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Another day is another way where time sits at bay,
Waiting to sail away into the future way passed today,
Sailing the seas where I see sights so perfectly,
And I can rock off and roll my way out of miserly,
But that sea where I want to be cant be accessed,
And the wish for the boat in which I want to take float can’t be granted,
It was already demanded by my conscious that over my mind is conscious,
Because it knows the flow I can release after I get nauseous,
He calls it paranoid,
I want to call out void,
Annoyed by it I let my conscious slip,
Finally I mutiny and he abandoned ship,
Now from my lips I can talk to the endless waves,
About how I won’t let time shave off my day and how something’s got me in a craze,
The maze in the clouds makes me o so proud,
About how I deduct patters o so aloud,
Also I know I can set my own course,
But when you’re paranoid the source is quoted saying “of course”,
And the source is right of course I would get carried away on nonsense,
Hence how it effects and dissects my senses,
Since I was paranoid’s product of perfection,
As it infiltrates my traits like an infection,
Section of me misplaced by the dissection,
So is a life out at paranoid’s sea for me,
Or did I let my emotions a sail me out there for me to be,
Just another sailor to sail for thee.

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BoosflashThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 11, 2010 at 8:28 am
very nice. 5 stars must've been away at sea for a very long time................
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