Fear

This was, I think, my first poem. It's just kind of, like the title suggests, what I am most afraid of. I guess if I had to sum it up to a few words it would be that I fear following others, or conformity. Its short but oh well. Read.

What fear I most on this trail from life to death?

That I shall not meet those goals set for me by others?

That I shall die as a failure in the eyes of those who know me not truely?

Nay, it is that I shall run aside those who have not the will to fly.

For we all have the will to chose to run to our destruction or to fly to our destiny.

Run blindly into the madness we have created ourselves or fly to the joy of freedom of mind we inherit from God.

Your will is yours for the following, and theirs for the changing.