Paranoia is a heavy burden
The fear of fear is conductive to failure.
Happiness is an abstract thing
Yet accepting that fact makes me no more mature.
Silence rings in my ears
Out of fear of being alone, I shout:
“Is there nothing I cannot know?”
Empty words I know nothing about.
If I take a wrong turn, I’ll be lost
If I judge the judges; I’ll feel guilty
If I take when I should give; I’ll pay a cost
If I give when I should take; I’ll feel empty
If.
Life brings a great reward
That reward being life itself.
Sorrow is a contagious disease
We all can feel what the other has felt.
When the storm roars, I will cry.
When the sun rises I’ll smile
When the night falls I’ll sigh
Never understanding, the random words I use
To tell what I feel; when I know without expression
Never comprehending, the paths we choose
When from where I stand one path is right.
If I stop to wonder, others will pass me by
If I break into a run, I’ll trip and fall behind
If I say I’m all right, I’ll be certain it’s a lie
If I say I don’t feel well, I’ll scoff at my selfishness.
If.
The fear of fear is conductive to failure.
Happiness is an abstract thing
Yet accepting that fact makes me no more mature.
Silence rings in my ears
Out of fear of being alone, I shout:
“Is there nothing I cannot know?”
Empty words I know nothing about.
If I take a wrong turn, I’ll be lost
If I judge the judges; I’ll feel guilty
If I take when I should give; I’ll pay a cost
If I give when I should take; I’ll feel empty
If.
Life brings a great reward
That reward being life itself.
Sorrow is a contagious disease
We all can feel what the other has felt.
When the storm roars, I will cry.
When the sun rises I’ll smile
When the night falls I’ll sigh
Never understanding, the random words I use
To tell what I feel; when I know without expression
Never comprehending, the paths we choose
When from where I stand one path is right.
If I stop to wonder, others will pass me by
If I break into a run, I’ll trip and fall behind
If I say I’m all right, I’ll be certain it’s a lie
If I say I don’t feel well, I’ll scoff at my selfishness.
If.