Temor

Fear

That your ears

May miss being bitten

By the blistering cold

Fear

That your balance

May suffer

And you won’t be able to stand
When you’re old

Fear

That what you say

And what you do

May ruin someone’s day

Even though, you know it’s you

Who’s in control

Fear

That with your moves

You may have to remove

The people who think

That they know you

Fear

That leaving somewhere

Means your leaving for good

And that closes the book

But why fear?

The very word

Should be what scares you most

Boast

That fear

Never left you waiting

To find the reason you are here.