Walking down Tottenham court road
drinking a pint of cold milk
eating fresh wild strawberries
skipping merrily

careless to the peril
that is so visibly following

Gradually
My pace quickens
My shadow shapes into terror

Outline of mine-- a mere blur

Unable to comprehend
the abrupt rupture of paranoia

I see him
even sense him

But I can't feel
or remember him

as my longing becomes
far more extreme

I acknowledge
that this is only but a dream