Fear is the key

Every day we wake to fear
Some old, someone dear,
Afraid to live, afraid to lie
Afraid to talk, afraid to die

As we grow, our fears do
We watch and try,
We storm and cry,
We panic without a clue

Fear of the unknown,
Fear of the known
Fear to change
Fear of change
Fear of another
Fear of one
Fear to do
Fear to be
Fear endlessly...

Some try and fight
Might is right
Might be right
It proves a point
It makes another

Some resign and die
Resign and live
Resign from hope
Resign

Some turn to the older
Experience speaks
It shows the way
But what does it say?

Some turn to God
"We provide the faith
You provide for fate"
A path to hope
A way to cope
Any means to exist
Coexist

Some turn to science
We know the why
The how the when
And?

So many monsters
So many new
So here it is
Our reason to live
Fear is the key

The Keeper

There she is, in her altar
Shining and divine, the altar...Not her
You can look at her, walk around her
But don’t touch till I say so, I’m her keeper

She’s a little eroded, a little torn
You see that huge chunk gone there?
That was when I stopped watching
When I thought she was safe

Oh she’s beautiful too,
The angle was wrong,
Go around a bit,
Turn... turn... ah!

Now you see what she must have been like
Many many years ago
When she was whole and filled the altar
A perfect fit like so many others

I watch over her every minute
Around the altar I will march till I drop
My shell will last and last
But she wont hold out that long

What will become of me, this world
If she is gone but the shell remains?
She’s so very little now, this soul of mine
I slack a bit and she’s done for