Fear of failure
Of not doing enough
Fear of pushing ourselves too much
Until we wither
Fear of loss
Of too much of happiness
Of envy, of bother
Fear of losing our purpose
Our life, our way
Fear of song
For someone might think it's noise
Fear of saying, for who may hear us
And who won't
Fear of uncertainty
Of prejudice
Of hate and even of love
Oh! What has this world come to?
For we fear our own laughter
Our happiness
That this may pass too soon
Or the moment will miss us
Fear of what we believe in
For we don't know who might disapprove
And self-doubt creeps in
Through those crevices of our broken hopes
And desires
And dreams
Of words we never spoke
For we feared our own voices
Like those in our heads
Fear that some day we won't be independent
From whom?
Our rules, our peoples, our rituals, us?
How much fear can we live by or live with?
How much more will we deny?
For the fear of losing face?
We feed our bodies
We feed our minds
We buy our peace
Like we buy time
For you live only once, right?
- Eisha
