Is it fear or is it dread,
That stirs up in my head,
That turns my gut into led,
That makes me want to run instead?
Is it free falling I fear?
Fallacious vows I hear?
Whispered wishes in my ear?
That love will suddenly appear?
Do I dread that it will end?
Or fear what I intend?
Will it be another trend?
Again a trap I did portend.
But as it churns within me,
Rogue waves in a black sea,
My lust for affinity
Proves my lack of divinity.
Fear and Dread begin to tease,
A familiar unease,
No promise can appease,
And yet, I lunge in my esprits...