No Fear

When day is not what I feel
But more a conflict, an agony
I turn and cast away
To feel myself wake at sundown
The wind is what's cold
The sky as dank as I'm old
Your face does not shine
I've related myself to others

As you wish to tell me
As I wish to tell you
But the fire has grown hatefull
Therefore I can't restore to bliss

And you will have to say
And you will have to remember
And now days have grown darker
As I'm finally at my stage

My days of reckoning and rememberance
All as shallow, as is stone

As I learned I told you
As you burn, you'll see
That the fire has grown hatefull
Therefore I won't return to bliss

No fear, no grasp
Nothing, but self-infliction

Written 13-07-2002