Many a time when I was yet young

I become afraid when comes the dark

Every little sound to my ears, strong

Bringing forth great a fear, raw and stark

Growing older, this one fear remains

But in wider scope, haunting my dreams

The fear of the physical dark wanes

But in its wake come life’s troubles grim

     I fear to be dumb and clueless

     To be without a grand idea

     Knowledge as thin as nothingness

     breaking sweat on my brow and ear


     I hate lack of information

     Not knowing what is oft afoot

     Wars are lost by many nations

     Not knowing where to strike or shoot


     Hate not knowing where to begin

     Or not knowing how things will end

     Many put legs where they don’t mean

     Getting injured with no good mend

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