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Fear

It creeps upon us in the most stealthiest way
It is the motivator that makes us pray
It is present in all of us to some extent
It is the thing that makes us all repent
It makes meek men audacious and brave men shake
It is wise to do good for one's own sake
It is the thing that threatens what we hold most dear
It is the uncontrollable thing called fear

Questions I Ask Myself

I have a great passion for you and for life,
Yet sometimes it cuts like a knife.
I always try to do you good,
Yet sometimes life does not treat me as it should.
I harness my tears and ask myself questions;
What if the one I loved, loved me too?
Melancholy days but there's always tomorrow,
But all days seem to be filled with sorrow.
I like you much but I feel pain,
For I know you do not feel the same.
I hold back from crying and ask myself questions;
What if the one to love me, were somehow you?

The Near Perfect Machine

One cannot begin to answer all of the questions
One cannot begin to discuss all of the possibilities
One only knows what one does not know
Yet we still answer all questions to the best of our abilities
Why do we all act as if we cared?
When it is clear to see all of our animosities
Filchering, egotistical and hypocritycal
These are but a few of our human qualities
Yet we're creatures of a great self-esteem
And we're able to carry out great responsibilities
We do not live in a utopia nor are we ourselves perfect
Though we do try hard despite our disabilities
What sets us apart are our feelings and our emotions
And they vary from sad situations through risibilities
Our souls are the fuel of this great machine
And survival is accomplished thanks to our adaptabilities