Paranoia

Like the clouds that straggle in a blue sky, It competes with the blueness - all the white. All the hanging 'round to come down from high A security blanket hid by night. It cant be calmed and cannot be tamed; The mindof peacestretches out all its rules, The game when played fairly cannot be blamed - If you should risk it all, then sport with fools. The light of day will try to save your doubt, And shed such certainty that when the dice Are cast on fields of felt, dont count me out. Instead, realize how I slipped your vice. Do you see the artful tact, the trap I laid; how mov'ed are the clouds the sky has bade.