Within lies a child
Frightened and wild
Striving to be released
From the dream.
Oh, to be released
Would be such relief,
Yet the idea makes
Me want to scream.
Instead of awaking
The adult keeps making
A dream for his child
To partake.
In the end a choice is made
A choice of someone else’s
Choosing.
Is it release or is it more
Grief?
What is it that I’m
Afraid of Losing?