What is fear but a thought in our head? What is fear but a thing that we dread? What is fear but a feeling we feel? Yet the question remains : is the fear even real? Why do we fear the black of night? Why do we fear a wingless flight? Why do we fear the end of time? Why do we fear a mountains climb? Why do we fear the death of a friend? Why do we fear love's own end? Why do we fear the end of our lives? Why do we fear and infants cry? Why do we trouble ourselves with fear? These questions I ask yet no one hears, They turn away without a care, To speak a word to me they do not dare. They look at me as if a heartless beast, Going even so far as to seek a priest.
Gabriel35_7 · Sat Jun 10, 2006 @ 05:36pm · 0 Comments |