Forgetting Fear

A glass of the reddest wine one can find,

a familiar face sitting across from you,

yet it is one that you cannot define.

Who could it be or what could it be?

Does it have the capability to see?

If so, is it looking back at me?

Though what it really is, is simply just an occurrance of thought.

It is one that is not taught.

A natural state of mind that all will experience.

Maybe it will happen now or in the future that stands in the distance.

We are all waiting for our last day.

waiting for the final toll to pay,

for that is the way the game is played.

If all we do is sit and wait,

we will never experience anything great.

The moments of greatness are achieved once fear is overcome.

So little amounts will there be for most that it does not add up to a 

large sum.

Simply understand that there are endless oportunities in this world and

in order to achieve them, all that needs to be done is to know how, why

and where they came from.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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