I'm a prophet of my own making
With a remarkable ability
To materialize fearful scenarios
And see them through
If you suffer from the same ailment
I've found it helpful
To master the art
Of going directly against your very instincts
On your way to the door
And when the beachfront shimmers
With a threatening light
I lose sight of the way
Praying and hoping
Not too long from now
The wind will guide the way
If my feet fumble
Or your ears open up
It'll be the day I've foreseen
But my fear does not mean
I have a plan to save my skin
