Fear

What is that I hear Perfectly clear and now I can feel the fear Rising so high thinking that I might die No not die but possibly fly For the sound that I hear Should not cause me fear of death Maybe I should be feared in return For I am just the same as you are But yet we fear that what is so clear Though the very thing we should fear is fear itself For fear is not as clear as death, life, love, or loneliness So then why would we fret over something so uncomplicated I may ask these questions but the only place where the answers can be found is in you Yes we know that the answer lies not beneath the skin, but our very skull it lives in