At what point does declaring your fear make it any less of what it is?
Because I know what I'm afraid of
And for the night it's still here.

Patience;
Like the answer within a lucky eight ball,
the word submerges to the surface.
Upon meditating the previously proposed question.

Is it foolish to be afraid when you know all will be well?
Or more foolish to fall under such a notion?

We forget how powerful fear can be,
how quickly it becomes the thief of will.