Nothing to fear but fears own stab.
The dread of despair to make its grab.
The heart fills and there is no respite
but the healing of time and to cry a bit.

To stay away and avoid at all cost.
To prevent the discomfort of equilibrium all lost.
All one has to do is plan up a plot.
To schedule and scheme up the ok or not
Kept to behold the dread of all dread
The All too encompassing Should in its stead.

But soon to discover an irony to set its tone to rise.
As the Should takes on a life of its own ends
The Tyranny of The Shoulds really ought to be banned
The 'Benevolent' perhaps to take up its stand.