The path is fear ridden

My path: how long; how far; how good; who knows?

The path seems clear yet there seems fear.

Vultures circle while chicks are on pecking;

Tigers prowl while cows are on grazing.

Fish, big and small, swim in the same lake.

Food is sought but dangers interfere;

Rest is sought but hunger demands a break.

Love is sought but bindings do throw a fright.

My path: how up; how straight; how wide; who knows?

The moon and stars dispel dark, so fear

But in my birth chart, they rule to my fear.

The God will save you, the god men promise.

They did not take me to Ethiopia

Nor did they show me El Dorado.

I could call a place a pool or ditch

Only when I reach there, guidelines failing.

My path: how safe; how smooth; how live; who knows?

I fear animals and walk with men

In rows or as a part of caravan

And find animals better than men.

Phobia struck, I still wander with men,

Who I hope can be my companions,

Losing them as out of sight or drop outs

In the course of my walk, fear undying.

My path: how rich; how cool; how free; who knows?

Set in a journey, I move as I’ve to.

The journey was born without my knowledge

And it would end with out any notice.

I move to prey and not to be a prey,

Hoping that I could succeed in my stay.

Each foot I set with hope along with fear.

Cheers or tears, I move as I’ve to.

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