What do I fear?
That is the question.
I do not fear drowning in my thoughts.
I do not fear falling off of cliffs.
Of tripping over unsturdy rocks.
I do not fear my own words.
And I do not fear the ticking of clocks.
My fear simply is fear.
I fear that I will loose my footing on the gold brick road,
And lose sight of all that follows.
I fear that I will die before my story has come to an end.
I fear the oblivion.
I fear the thought of never moving on.
Always being back at step one.
I fear that I will always carry around more than a ton.
My story will never be told
I will never be remembered for all the stories that I told.
So my dear,
My fear seems to be nothing more than fear.
But it seems we must move on
And live vicariously
As if fear is mearly an excuse of why
we do not do the things we say we will do..
