I.

Fear.
I cannot seem to escape it.
It embraces me;
Traces me;
Follows,
Until the very end.

Trying. Trying!
Is that not what we fear?
This simple yet somehow impossible endavour
Where every victory becomes ...
Something distant;
Unattainable.
Because failure would mean so much more
We cling to the mundane
The mediocre reality
The simplistic, unimaginative, yes! - even the dreary.
Because failure would mean so much, much more.

II.

I walked upon a silver meadow
Where every straw was made of glass
I walked down glowing rivers
To a place where time would never pass
The mist lies thick, the sky is grey
The wind on broken windpipes play
In solemn praise, the grass do sway
A world of peace
Or so they say.

III.

Trying, was it not supposed to be easy
Or did I just fool myself?
All these people look so happy
And I so very dull.
There is no other way to salvation
Yet here I am, unmoving in an unmoving world
Counting seconds when time stands still!
Swimming - against the current.
I am trying, am I not?
Or was I just watching;
Hoping;
Never catching that last gleam of light
Before the mist thickens the air,
And the meadow turns dark?

Once lost, the light will never more return
I stand beneath the blackening sky
Hoping to get just one more chance to try
To turn back that everturning clock. Wry
Time from its path and set the course straight
Convince myself that there is no more reason to wait.
"And then?" The dark sky whispers.
"You had your chance before.
Yet you stood still
Unmoving
Because failure would mean so much, much more."