What is that I hear
Perfectly clear
And now I can feel the fear
Rising so high
Thinking that I might die
No not die
But possibly fly
For the sound that I hear
Should not cause me fear of death
Maybe I should be feared in return
For I am just the same as you are
But yet we fear that what is so clear
Though the very thing we should fear
Is fear itself
For fear is not as clear as death,
Life,
Love,
Or loneliness
So then why would we fret over something so uncomplicated
I may ask these questions
But the only place where the answers can be found is in you
Yes we know that the answer lies not beneath the skin,
But our very skull it lives in