To Be Scared of Fun Is Scary To Enjoy
i only go so far through the fields
to see the dying sunflowers and their dried grain
and to stare at the end of the road
for which i believed was the edge of the world.
i avoid the grown apples and pear trees
as i assume ill commit thievery
as well as the cowardly trait.
i wait until the night falls
where no lawful eyes wonder.
i limit myself where limitation is not needed
i seek safety where it is already safe.
i do not push the limits of my life because i am scared of what i will encounter in the light
but foolishly,
i will walk through the dark
near an ocean cliff than the empty fields of daylight autumn
because standing on the edge of death excites my poor heart than the little beauties the world has given me.
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