Meant to Fear

by Daniel Milano   Sep 14, 2009


Life is a question,
I search for an answer,
I know the Choreography,
But I am not a dancer.

The road is narrow, And it gets windy,
Chills in my marrow, but the worst is behind me.

The path is exausting,
But I know I'm getting close,
The answer that you seek,
Is the path in which you chose.

The word is a dagger, No...It's a spear,
The word which I speak of, is the word called fear.

This word is undefined,
Keep the definition loose,
Fear is what you feel,
When you seek the Truth.

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