Fear is the trap that confines all
Fear is holding hands with the grim reaper
It will haunt you to your grave
Taunt you in your dreams
Tie you back with the strongest rope there is and the hardest knot to escape from
Fear takes no time to find you
Takes no time to hypnotise you
Distorting your beliefs, questions are all that linger
Yes fear is strong but we go on

We grow and we grow
Till there’s no place to go
Living our life
In the eternal flow

But why did we come
If we don’t get to stay?
What is the point
If it’s taken away?

And what does it mean
If it’s all just for nothing?
What is, simply isn’t
If it’s not all for something

You gave me this life
Just to feel less alive
If the purpose i live for
Is only to die

Slowly...
Slowly slowly creeping up the vine
How many ants will die in my lifetime?
How many crave the sun deep below the earth
And care nothing for the vine the mind is telling them to search?
Grapes grown over
Over over over
Crushing wooden posts and stealing sun from most
My watermelon plants.
How many questions circling uselessly...
And how many ants never get the chance
To see the end
Of a daunting, pointless task.

What is real, what is fake?
How should I handle this,
When you don't know what to believe ,
When you're reality breaks?

What you thought to be
Is so different from what actually is.
What you were taught about life ,
Now seems so different from what you see with your own eyes

Sometimes I want to stop thinking
I'm becoming afraid of my own mind,
It's potential for reasoning and overthinking
And always it goes down a dark path.

I just hope I can find answers,
Or maybe the answers aren't what I want.

Don't
You
Just
Want
To
Frolick
And
Play
in
a
Field
of
Wildflowers­.