The sky falling on your head?
That you would perish quietly in the night
Never waking from the dead

Or that you would offer your heart
Only to see it politely declined
Perhaps it is the thought the world will consume you
In the midst of youth's dawn
Or the coming of old age creeping
Leaving you so withdrawn

What is it that you fear
Is it the image the mirror reflects
Wishing the reflection so often disappointing
Is one you could easily reject

What is it that you fear.
The realization of what you are
Standing at the precipice desirous from afar
To be lost in the mist of dreams
Longing to peer into the door of reality
Carelessly left ajar

What is it that you fear.

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