Fear

A whispering wind I hear,
The willows a swing I see,
Suddenly I begin to fear,
That something is trying to kill me.

By default I must believe what others say and do,
But the real problem is,
That they are all really fools.

Decisions are made by the wealthy,
But that is not the problem.

A roaring storm I hear,
Houses fly in the cyclone as I see,
Then I begin to fear,
That something is out to kill me.

Relics are uncovered,
They reveal the mistakes of the past,
But that is not the problem.
The people search for the answers,
But find nothing.

They regret history,
They do not envelope it.

The wind has settled,
I can hear it,
But the disturbances of the world I still see,
Then I fear no more,
Because I know it is going to kill me.