A paranoia that’s well-earned
Too many times fingers burned
A back stabbed by an active mind
Fears the freedom it has defined
Scared to step out of the light
Shadows whisper late at night
Whips and cracks echo the fear
That freedom is not present here
When they are us and we are them
And together we each condemn
Each other, our freedom’s clear
Surrendered ourselves to fear
Inspired by a short piece by Ryan Holiday


