Fear is not,
I think,
Standing by a dark tunnel,
Waiting for the lights to come on.
It is and, I fear,
Shall always be,
Compulsively lighting every corner,
From one dark tunnel to another.
Fear is not,
I think,
Standing by a dark tunnel,
Waiting for the lights to come on.
It is and, I fear,
Shall always be,
Compulsively lighting every corner,
From one dark tunnel to another.