How to be scared of the unknown
For there is nothing to see or hear;
For us to fear
Knowing a truth, but telling all lies;
Seeing a scute, saying a hide
Hearing a hoot, saying a cry
Feeling a root, saying a snipe
What is seen behind a light
What is seen late at night
What is seen walking alone
What is seen inside a home
Looking at nothing;
But something in truth
A dark figure
A monster askew,
A hand on the wall
A blur of blue
What is perceived to be;
Is suddenly true
Says the fox,
With no sympathy for you;
A meal on mind,
Which makes you food
When fear is analyzed
truth shines through,
Lies realized
A scute
A hoot
A root
A shadow, clear as day
A fan creaking as you lay
A light switch there lay, on the wall at night
The Unknown is oblivion,
For there is no end
See what you want;
Night or day
Clear as water;
Affected by a ripple
A ripple caused by you;
Unhappy with the reflection
There will always be something humans don't know or understand, and we fear that as a whole. We fear what we may never know.
pointless, but true.
