I am fastened:
Tightly clasped by fright.
FACT:
Passion is my path in life.

Stop wondering-
Start asking!

Fools wandering
remain harassing the question;
Abashing the blessing.

Timid strain in reacting
to living, in passing.
Keep laughing!

The faces of days embrace phases with grace.
Esteemed to take place;
Waning as the nigh waxes:
Wading to brace the tide as it crashes.

We fade to gray, in age.
“Why’s”, have paid wise wage;
In wily eyes which infiltrate wavering, feeble disguise:
Searing through fear as it tries to hide.
It writhes: Despises, yet obliges the unblinding.

The demise of these lies liquifies the ties binding us;
Fools, ‘come the wise!