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.


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