It is not what I fear that I do fear
It is what I don't fear, that just worry me.
It is not what I don't know that scare me
It is what I know that implicates the feelings.
It is pretty much like a sitting duck at a cross road
Knowing where to go, but not sure if I should;
Despite knowing it is gonna be a great destination
The journey somehow just lost its attraction.
It is pretty much a battle of the wits
Between the angel and the devil's misfits;
Despite the morality and practicality
It is taking a plunge into insanity, momentarily, worth it?
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