I get intensely paranoid at the thought that every action is regulated
and free speech (or even free thought) is a fantastical concept.
Perhaps this thought, my fingers scribing these words, and your eyes
flickering from the end of one line to the beginning of
another have all been planned and prompted for some unknown purpose.
I can't even trust my own brain if I'm not sure what's controlling it.
How many people are listening to these thoughts as I roll over
in my crowded head in an empty bed.
I can't decide if I'm more frightened by the prospect of having some unknown other
watching over me and controlling my every move
or being completely alone and being left to make my own disasters.
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