I try to brush fear away

                              I can't

               Fear drives on like a rifle

                                    Unwanted fear barking to me as heard as ridicule

                                                                          I can't

         Reluctance is in the moon's eyes

                  Details driven down

               A desolate life was filled like unwelcomes 

                                    Didn't want to go

Typical crooked feelings

              Unwanted scaly glare

I can't    

Conceal clusters of feelings

Sweep clean like a heap of dirt        

Commotion as loud as dogs          

I just can't               

A strong impulse overcomes me like a cloud 

I righty belong here

as much as the faithful animals

I can drive on

    They come certainly consumed in comfort

           The land feels with pure colors

                                I can  

                  Lovely beyond thought

           But I can be so easily driven back

             Lighty poured pure pleasure