I Fear...

All dreams come with fears,

there is no vice versa.

 

To strive,

To desire,

To long for,

What does it lead to?

 

Fear.

Fear.

A devouring fear you cannot escape

Fear.

Fear.

That leaves a glimmer of hope.

 

Even that hope is guarded by obstacles.

By the time you reach it,

Nothing remains.

 

Nothing but you,

Suffering,

Pain,

A reservoir of tears,

And disapointment in everyone's eyes.

 

The root is merely a voice.

A voice,

That is to afraid to reveal itself.

My voice.

 

My voice,

And a simple song.

The End

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