My tears display the fear I feel inside. The fear of being alone in the cold. Will I have the strength to be bold? If truth be told I don't know If I can hold it all together when you slip in a box made of leather. I wish I could get stuck in the feathers of a bird. Flying north, south, east and west will be my luck. I won't have to make a buck. Just flying over the ducks that dwell in the lakes. The only decision that I and my feathery friend will have to make is which direction to take. What a great deal, but it's not real. So then how can I get lost and at what cost? But getting lost will not help me toss. The fear that gives me tears, which will always be near.
Tears will always be Near
November 20, 2010