bucolic

I'll call this one:

No, I'm not wearing a tin foil hat...yet.

there are forces at work
attempting to destroy me
unknown entities behind the scenes
putting events into motion
that will affect me negatively

at night they enter my dreams
and show me things that
thankfully, I can't completely remember
in the morning
but there are vague hints...

During the summer they send
Ice cream trucks up and down
my street playing their sad little tune
and I think the music
is filled with subliminal
messages meant only for me

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of
them disappearing into the shadows
and I think they've been in my house too.
After they've paid a visit the space
seems off-center, distorted

other times they call me
and hang up or they leave unintelligible
messages filled with static
on my answering machine

I even get weird letters
in the mail from some guy
named Carl who tells me about
his family history and
provides detailed information
with names and addresses.
I don't know this guy nor
have I ever heard of or met
any of the people he mentions
but I continue to receive
regular updates from him
throughout the year

This is all their work.
Every bit of it. I'm positive.

I believe they've be after me
since birth, possibly even
before that.
Plotting,
planning,
ensuring that I'm at specific
places at specific times.
For what I'm not entirely sure
and I think they know I'm
on to them now, especially
since I'm telling you all this.
Or maybe this part of their
plan too??