Fear, the Greatest
Tis my dream, a long awaited dream
To be lived—
My choices, I fear may bring solomn streets
Dead end creeks~ splish splash into grave stones.
Practicality calls, with a booming voice—
Either way is practical my love.
When you’re heart is involved.
Is this true?
No one look now— I have no feet on.
My greatest fear still be
Not putting my mind to good use.
Bare naked, on a street, it’s cold
Alone next to wild animals and bushes.
Not being able to put it aside to dream
To live the simplicities…
Not being able to put aside
With knowledge of calling it back,
Tendering it.
2 years ago