Fear is a demon,
it plagues the night with such lies,
stealing all your peace.
I have a way out,
it is kind of quick escape,
that stomps it well down.
The moon’s almost full,
the photographs I have taken,
are looking so good.
walking on egg shells,
it makes a good crunching sound,
but isn’t that good.
Simply hum a tune,
do not whistle or sing it,
just feel the music.
