Afraid, of the boogyman
i want to be scared again; it is a frightening pain,
it is sane.
With my feet i cannot stumble
my lips dare not mumble.
I have met a new ghost, to which disillusion fails to host;
this time it is not the boogyman!
It is fear:
as it tours my psyche
it tears me apart,
it is fear inside me
sucking my blood, playing 'my heart'. But unlike the heart,
its beating has no rhythym echoing, living,
but its presence is killing.
This fear is of making choices
not of hearing spooky voices,
i fear finding out
what life, could be about; is love like water to sprout?
i may not know.
This is not fear of the unknown,
it the universe's own:
i fear perceptions, i fear membership,
i fear ignorance, i fear knowledge,
i fear religion, i fear cynicism,
i fear emotions, i fear indifference,
i fear for my mind, i fear intelligence.
It is too entrenched in my days to make me sleep at night,
Peace, fully, a right
yet i see wars in my sight.
I'm woken,
shaken, naked
and barren with this sacred,
fear, as it opens, first.
I have grown to be tall
i thought i had seen it all,
but with fear all has never been
and only courage is ever seen.
I wanna be a child a again,
i want to surrender myself to life like mountains do the rain.

I don't want to fear again,
i want to be scared again.
I wanna fear the boogyman again.
Only the boogyman.
The boogyman.
Boogyman.
Boogy...
Man.

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