Musing and brooding…and ever speculating
Panicking and shuddering…and ever sighing
Resigning from the present…and loathing the future
Is it for the fear of the unknown?
Tiring out and retiring…without trying out a new trick
Standing at a distance …and not striving enough
Running away and backing out… without facing the reality
Permitting pessimism to overtake optimism
Is it for the fear of the unknown?
Closing the chapter before the characters become legible
And before legible characters bring tangible results
Allowing character assassination to still your own character
Is it for the fear of the unknown?
Starting and pausing and quitting…even before the end
Regretting and repenting…for what you commit not
Denouncing your inclusion at the least trauma
Announcing your destination before takeoff
Is it for the fear of the unknown?
Shutting off and tuning out…without turning to the other page
Rehearsing indifferently…and participating passively
Broaching the subject…but leaving it in its broken parts
Dropping your hands off the wheels
Dreading that day…the doomsday
Is it for the fear of the unknown?
Stocking and piling…and stockpiling
Carrying your eggs in a single basket
Waiting for the storm to break the wind
Breaking the rules…and waiting for the tremor
Is it for the fear of the unknown?
What if the unknown…turns out as unknown?
What if tomorrow never comes?
What if?
What if it was just fear?
Just morbid fear of the unknown?
What if…?
