Late, late at night The world sleeps... And I am here alone And here I come some nights To confront my fears They're here, my fears They are always with me Lurking, scurrying, hiding and waiting They come! And they go But though they are gone They are never far And here, alone at night... ...I can confront them There they are, confronted fears Fears of hunger, fears of pain... Fears of missing the last train Fear of dentists always drilling Fear that no one will be willing To see me as I know I really am
Once they are counted and compelled They can quickly be dispelled Like figments of my own imagination
But always... There are other fears Fears of snakes, fears of cats Fears of maitre d's and rats An irrational black terror That someday I may get fat Fear of elevators falling And the taxman someday calling And the accidental walling of myself Up inside a clammy, dank Old dingy cellar Where the spiders Weave around my tummy And the worms and bugs And crawly things Squirm and squiggle at my person...
Once they are counted and compelled They can quickly be dispelled
But then... There are other fears Fears of bullets, there's a dread Fear of baldness on the head Fear of waking up one morning To discover that you are dead
Once they are counted and compelled They can quickly be dispelled Like figments of my own imagination
Then there is the last fear Just about the time I'm past fear The one that really is final It will come, yours...and mine'll In the darkest of the night It will come without a fight It will count me and compel me It will casually dispel me For I am just a figment Of its own imagination...
Rydia Royu · Fri Sep 21, 2007 @ 05:44pm · 0 Comments |