Dalisay,
Why do we fear the future?
A period of never-ending venture
Straight to a field of green, green pasture
Or maybe into the realms of agonizing torture
Then why do we fear mystery?
As if a fairytale full of secrecy
As we read each line page by page
We silently anticipate, a foretelling from a century-old sage
We await for what could be, a princess's happily-ever-after
Or possibly even a tragic end, courtesy of the evil stepmother
Then why do we fear the unknown?
As we traverse to a mysterious world of our own
To a land that has yet to be sown
Its never-ending skies where men have never flown
A vast ocean, where even great ships were never rown
So what is the root of all fear?
Possibly the things very much unclear
Mystery much like an empty canvas, unpainted
The unknown, its anonymity never have been tainted
And the future that has yet to be molded
Literary: To question fear
A period of never-ending venture
Straight to a field of green, green pasture
Or maybe into the realms of agonizing torture
Well, the future’s uncertain
and different for all
It’s a blurred out mystery,
a closed metal door with tall walls
As if a fairytale full of secrecy
As we read each line page by page
We silently anticipate, a foretelling from a century-old sage
We await for what could be, a princess's happily-ever-after
Or possibly even a tragic end, courtesy of the evil stepmother
I guess it’s because of the feeling we get
when we feel unsure, scared, or upset
We anticipate silently, but our mind speaks to us out loud
as if it spends every second figuring things out
Even when we don’t know how things would end,
it’s part of our nature to play pretend
that we’re sure although we’re truly afraid
of possible mistakes that could be made
So it’s not really mystery we fear
but the presence of the unknown making things seem unclear
Then why do we fear the unknown?
As we traverse to a mysterious world of our own
To a land that has yet to be sown
Its never-ending skies where men have never flown
A vast ocean, where even great ships were never rown
Maybe because we see the unknown
as a dooming place where danger is prone
It’s full of risks that are too big to take
and bottling thoughts that keep us awake
So what is the root of all fear?
Possibly the things very much unclear
Mystery much like an empty canvas, unpainted
The unknown, its anonymity never have been tainted
And the future that has yet to be molded
You’re not wrong about the three things you said,
but the root of all fear could just be in the head
of whoever feels like there is something to fear
and tries to seek too much of what isn’t here
Instead of focusing on what’s in front of them now,
some ask too much about the why’s and the how’s
of the things that can’t be seen and can’t be controlled,
thus giving them another fear to hold
0 comments: