Call it Paranoid
It’s the car behind me
Or the one on the right
It could be the man at the traffic light
Slow down, speed up, go home
Don’t stop here and don’t go there
In fact, do not go anywhere
Lock that door; accelerate
You don’t have time to hesitate
Every time I drive at night.
I have never quite been able to express my anxiety when it comes to driving in Johannesburg, at night. I know it’s not within reason, and people can call this behavior crazy, or delusional. I call it paranoid.