I fear the day when loneliness
wins the everlasting war of sanity.
When people leave and I'm stuck with
myself and these thoughts.
To believe that these beings are my own creations,
existing only to maintain my internal will to "live."

I fear the day when the sun goes away, and the
clouds blanket the stars so light does not have a way.
Would someone notice me and attempt to make me see,
with eyes closed and a calm, soulful breeze.

I fear the day when the truth leaps out
of the shadows. To turn what i believe
inside out. What I thought were whispers
were really shouts.

So much attention I pay to THESE days,
such little time we have to stay.
So please ignore your doubts and feelings of hatred;
the love of the universe is far too sacred.
Wear your heart on your sleeve, and your
soul shall be naked.