I'm not afraid of birds and beasts
Of men, of death, of passing time
Not often at least
How I catch myself
Although such fears can certainly be
Very valid in the viewer’s mind
No, I am afraid of something else, of something like this:
"What will I find when I get to that place, to the end of that line?"
And therein within, at the end of all things
When there is no tape left for me to rewind
I find my fear which is in fact, that I'll be left
Trying to understand and satisfy both of our minds
How actively and willing I’ll always be to compromise
But, that one day, I'd become this way
Like the only one who prays each day
To walk the narrow, bitter line
For years and years
That way to be
Simply stuck to you, and stuck with me
Trying to bend and break most faithfully
Until I meet my own demise and internalize the eternity
That, is the fear, which frightens me
Because a wise man says not change their ways
But change your own, first in your time
Which I can do because I’m me
But just being a wise man doesn't means
That I'm not a human
And that I won't desire change equally
For such a fear is real to me
Because I've witnessed, time and time again
The bitterness of inequality
Don't quote me on this... I'll probably end up tweaking it later.