34 Certainly not the best moment In a rather intimidating place It’s a bit too early To deal with everyone
The moments keep turning and each moment grows closer Not soon enough No not at all To bring you back home.
Time to face this terror You must wait around For you can barely sit down With the many crowds
So comes the anxiety When nothing comes From the waiting At least try and find a seat
Not even a book Not a thing at all to pass the time Except the high pitched voices Of a Saturday morning children’s cartoon
You don’t want to listen To those high pitched voices Offering unintentionally Some form of kindness, some sort of warmth
Those voices of entertainment Fail at their job With this fearful mind how can you possibly expect anything To provide a form of distraction and let the time go by?
But do you really want The time to come For something within Creating a fear, a fear so strong of inevitability.
Worry growing steadily As each moment passes by Getting so much worse Worry is something of the current reality
Making strength and fighting Such impossibility And then comes uncertainty And every single doubt
Is this the coward’s moment Is this a definition of such a thing? Do we really know for certain When fear is being faced?
This is a losing battle For fear is the overwhelming power Taking over Creating anticipation as thought
Can we truly be proud When it is all so inevitable That in this case Fear has won?
Someone once said To not let fear overwhelm To not let it interfere ever With necessity
But is this irrational When all so impossible To even begin To overcome?
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