A fear of the unknown,
And all that it entails,
A dread of vast oblivion,
And life's uncertain trails.
Miscommunication of the world's adored elite,
Terrified of failure,
And the horror of defeat.
Loss of childhood innocence,
A faultless spirit stained.
Never let them see you cry,
The immaculate are trained.
Life is never easy,
Or void of any fright.
Dreams will never thrive,
Without putting up a fight.
But what's the use of fighting,
Without a worthy cause?
What's the use of dreaming,
If your life is filled with loss?