In the whirl of a tornado’s spin
Thoughts scatter, where to begin?  
Voices echo, shadows hide 
Paranoia’s whispers twist inside
Fragments of dreams, a mind in a spin  
Lost between worlds both out and within
Reality warps in the swirling blast
Moments of calm are fleeting fast
Faces distorted, their meanings unclear
Truth becomes distant, intertwined in fear
Eyes in the shadows, voices that cling
A chorus of doubt where silence should sing
Yet beneath the noise a quiet plea
To find who I am in all I can’t see
Through the storm I hope for a day
Where the noise fades softly and I find my way