By Rich
Date: 19 December 1998

The Things We Really Fear

Even now, it’s hard to talk
	Of things we hold most dear,
About everydays and one days
	And of the things we really fear. . .

Like looking back and thinking that
	We sold ourselves too cheap 
Or that without it all
	We wasted what we could be.
	
And so we speed the fall,
	when we don’t think at all 
that it’s the gift that we should save.
	Did you say you heard another call?   

How many times do we get 
	To find the path that’s meant?
It’s but once that we’re sure 
	. . . isn’t that why we met?   

I’m just trying to connect, 
	not to chain or break your heart,
‘cause I’ll have lost if we can’t touch 
	when we find the finish mark.

Can’t you see how much I care
	that I’ll risk my days to know 
The things only lovers can share 
	. . . and just how far we too can go?