Feardom City
Fear is like a lost wallet
Once you clutch the ball of it in your hand
You see it there, full and clear,
It dares you to lose it again, so you can seek to find it again
Fear is the victim.
I will concur the most I can when I reach into my pocket of dreams
I will pull out fear and use it
Like currency
To buy me more of this priceless life
And another round.
Fear is the odd fraction of the equation
Inhibiting you 2 be you
Times 1 to be oneself
I am fearless squared.
I fear none with you on my side and detour the steel doors in my face
With grace I am here to be the methodology of my race
Move in search mode
Cruise the road of fear in my grey Cadillac
Motion the thought: "I am here to experience it all!"
All the paths I have traveled, fear crossed and tracked my scent clear
Wallet of wisdom's riches
Savings in the bank for a rainy day
10%
Feel the drawer open and let my courage flutter out
Money can't buy me priceless life
Dollar days at Feardom City are here to stay.
-Jess
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