FEAR

FEAR grips us everywhere no matter where we roam in the streets or at home. All day, all night We cry and whine FEARFUL about safety and crime. Life and death To man does not belong Whether in the streets or at home. Man is but a shadow of a thing A halo, a ring An illusion. Our problem is one of CONTROL We seek it every day At work and at play. I do not know the reason why Everyone must be in charge Of everybody else EXCEPT THEIR OWN LIVES All the panic will surely leave When each of us becomes at peace With You Know Who. When you can say to hell with you My life is too much for me Then the earth will be at rest Other people won't feel so suppressed  And can just be Without interference of you and me. We are the Problem. We are the scared to live, scared to die Without ever knowing why We continue to panic. What is it that you do That is so important to you That you spend all your time and life Being afraid you might not get to do it? Screw it. Don't sweat the small stuff. It's all small stuff. You'll do what you came to do    The plan doesn't belong to you. Stop the PANIC ATTACK SOMEONE HAS YOUR BACK For you sure as hell can't see it.