Knowing keeps it Going
I wonder how would I have fared had I not been that scared of everything and nothing all around of something surreal and even so sound Maybe If I hadn't cared I might have never been scared of lonelier folks passing by in the shade of night, no noise no sigh Perhaps it was me who dared to even know I was scared because its quiet in the abyss of dark knowing as someone who seldom saw spark Lurking in the nothingness are thoughts Ones not good, weird and all sorts and lots These have been me and no one's spared Truly, the knowledge is what keeps me scared