I have this weird paranoia
That I'm no longer what you're looking for.
A haunting scepticism.
It mustn't consume me.
Attentive
Not dismissive,
Is the demeanour I meant.
It's just a thought –
It mustn't consume me.
That feeling, that drop,
I know it very well.
And although I feel the need to smother
I know that is
The worst course of action.
I question
My racing mind.
Quick as a bird,
Caged as a lion, but
Strong as the wolf.
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