Paranoid
Those lost moments I search In the every moment of life Where I find them, how? Did I write them in my old pages Or kept them in some cages Searching in the mob of world I wish I could find them there How much I cherished them Somehow I could share Can’t see them like illusion Can’t touch them like hallucination Every moment of today, feels like déjà vu Don’t know, how much of it is true Dwelling in illusions, cringing fear Running in the past just like void Hard to believe ,but I am paranoid .