I’m afraid I fear you my Love,
So forgive me my Fair Angel Dust,
I fall full of fright and dread,
For all good things must come to an end.
Sometimes I feel I fear freedom…
For then where would my soul go,
For familiarities contempt to grow?
But then I fear when I feel grounded,
When I begin to fear I feel elated,
I feel I fear for goodness sake,
Maybe I fear for I fear disgrace,
I must confess I fear the human race,
Even the God forsaken rat race,
I feel I have no distinctive part,
I fear Literature, Poetry and even Art,
I fear I might fall out, I fear I may fall in,
I fear I will be kicked in a ruddy bloody shin,
I fear one day I’ll begin to SCREAM,
When there’s no high hills to climb nor towering trees…
…I feel I fear you my God, I feel I fear your World,
I feel I fear nothing but life – For I fear myself alone.