Is it better on fearful feet To run from my ghastly ghouls Who maliciously haunt my innocuous mind? Or to turn and try a fight In which I will most certainly succumb To my ever living enemies?
Enemies of the mind, Their variety endless, Just as their abilities To shatter and destroy, Fragile and unlike alike, To fragments of former reality.
Is it so noble To fight demons undefeatable Rather than choose a simple flight Away from tormentous anxieties? A decision quickly made by a courageous and fearful few, And pondered upon for lifetimes by others, Will haunt me alike to the fears Who proposed the question initially.