Trepidation must be a lack of confidence
Or maybe a trust in the unknown
For it to be felt so often
But almost never show
Euphoria is a sense of bliss
Caused by a lack of knowledge
If one knew all, one would never smile
Or tremble
That one would be morose
And melancholy
Myths give information a feeling of fullness
And completion
They do not hinder seeking the truth
They keep us from the fears
That we should really postpone
Until the time is right
To wonder
Of what is to come
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
