The end of paranoia year

I now stop living in fear
it's the end of paranoia year.

No more poking your brain up
and counting your thoughts
in search of lost rhythm
of my scattered world.

I now let it all go
and live life that belongs
on different motions
and notions and blows.

I spit all the fear
that was stuck in my teeth.
It was nothing but bad smell
with nothing beneath.

I cry all the fear out
I shout it all out
I was choking with it
but now I am sound.