lostnova

though humanity is limitless

thy limits do exist

to individuals

facades can seem as real as human bliss

for bliss is for us all

and fear is but a curse

anxiety is crippling, 

a disease that covers earth

for fear runs through the streets

that line throughout our minds 

the streetlights are our hope

that dim when we give to the night

for fear is the root of pain

root of self-assassination

root of all that thee can imagine

is a mind that's gone insane

the root of a collapsing tree 

that seems to grow so endlessly 

could we establish that we feed it 

when we let rain cover thee

for thy fear is human curse

and life is meant for us to break it

do not let thy fear attack thee

and thy life will be amazing