A/N: Aaaand now I'm writing poetry about Voltron... I based this off a journal entry I wrote after talking conspiracy theories with someone (yeah, I'm not a die-hard conspiracist, but I enjoy making them up) and I think it came out pretty good. Not only does it include my new favorite saying, but I really do think that Keith and Pidge are conspiracists (Keith. That shack looked like the Question's room. No, seriously. It does. I looked both up and had them side by side.) Granted, I feel like Keith is a lot more paranoid, but Pidge? Dressing up, changing your name? Yeah, definitely slightly paranoid.
Anyways, long story short, paranoia is a great topic for a poem. Enjoy!
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It's not paranoia, if they're actually after you.
It's not paranoia. Not paranoia.
Close your loved one in a pod.
She won't wake up till she is thawed.
It's not paranoia if they're actually after you.
They got your family, so take care
Hide yourself and cut your hair
It's not paranoia if they're actually after you.
Another way to mask your dread,
You lay low in a desert shed
It's not paranoia, not paranoia,
If they're actually after you. After you.
Smile, laugh, you're not their pawn
You just don't know, so carry on.
It's not paranoia. Not paranoia.
What's out there? No.
Who's out there? Help...
They're out there.
It's not paranoia.
Scribbles, scratches, late nights out
Voltron, them, that's what you found
Patterns, callings, you found an unknown
An armada of lions carved into stone
Not paranoia. It's not paranoia. If they're after you. They're after you.
Who came before? We'll never know
But you're the one after, so don't let it show
Or they'll take you, they'll break you
Or at least they'll try
But, you, you had the strength to defy
A scar and an arm is all that you show
But we all know what's really below
And a year later you're back
With four in a shack
Two paranoid teens, a boy and a girl
And two others who got caught in the whirl
But they know what's out there, who's out there.
It's them.
It's not paranoia.
You find the lion.
It's not paranoia
You all go flying.
It's not paranoia if they're actually after you.