Bees, Tiger, Beasts, Monsters, Gods are to fear,
But they are to be respected as well.
Forebears of ideal freedom and innocence,
Their souls existing where our mind could never dwell;
Or perhaps, we could, but dare not.
Once our mind’s eye removes from our bodies,
Cliche, is not? Well then allow me.
When you realize your ideas of you in-
and yourself out- with-in this world, You, I, she, he
Where the real fear arises.
Unadulterated fear, no respect,
Where your life is but your own wildest dreams.
In this sweet lie, you will find what you fear the most,
Don’t worry, your mind will do what sweetness it deems,
But trust me when I say that it isn’t what it seems.