Silly Fears
Its not a mid-life crisis,
it just took me all these years
To realize the foolishness
of all my silly fears.
See, my mom, she worried all her days
and "caution" was her song.
She saw the worst scenario
in whatever could go wrong.
Her fears, disguised "protection",
kept me safe and always near.
But in my heart and mind and soul,
"protection" birthed more fear.
"Being careful" rippled over
into all my inhibitions,
And "safety first" dictated
every venturesome decision.
So, here I am, half-way through
this careful life I lead
And now, I see there's so much more
than fears I have believed.
She meant so well and did her best
by helping me 'beware'
But the curious world whispers,
“discovery is not a dare.”
So forgive me if you think I've thrown
caution to the wind,
I'm just tired of being careful,
wonderin' how things might've been.
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