Fear! Fear!
Fear! Fear! Fear! Fear!
I dance with it the most
Dreaming so deeply that nightmares can be imagined
Making aspirations turn into imaginary ghosts
Full of thoughtful turmoil and unable to fathom
There will be no end, no sights to witness
If I were to succumb to the fear of thee.
Therefore, I must not let the dreams I see diminish.
With swiftness, I will stand triumphantly.
Fear! Fear! Fear! I run!
I will not fear that man I want to become.
This poem is about:
Me