“Where am I?” said the man in the fog.
I could be on the sea for there is salt in the air.
I could be on top of a mountain, or in an animal lair.
I could be asleep, and the fog is in my mind,
Or I could be on another planet of some kind.
I feel fear and there is sweat on my face,
I can feel the perspiration and it has an awful taste.
The fog is lifting, and I can see now I am just in a field of grass,
The feeling of anxiety is lifting, and I am free at last.
Yet just over the hill on my right,
Is an enemy reading to fight?
I must fight them with all my might,
For my paranoia is strong and will last the day and the night.
I trust no one and no man is my friend,
I am the deceiver of all and the enemy of men.