I have a fear

That things are going to end

That dreams will never be fulfilled

That plans will remain incomplete

I have a fear

That places will never be seen

That things will never be spoken

That relationships will never be mended

I have a fear

That potential will be wasted

That no mark will be left

That no good will be remembered

I have a fear

That there is an escape route

But no efforts will ever be put

That fate was accepted without toil

I have a fear

That Death will overtake

That Death will overcome

That Death will overrule

I hear the clock there ticking away

Every night and every day

Every moment that passes me by

Brings me truth — I can’t deny

Inching closer to a big wall

With a door to allow us all

Entrance in the fire’s mouth

Where we’re all heading south

One by one they’ll call our name

The cruel Death and his dame

With laughter rising in the air

And fear sets the atmosphere

All these thoughts are scary, aren’t they?

The clock keeps ticking away

I guess my head just needs some sleep

To axe these thoughts — they’re buried deep