The scared who never dared.
I pity people who pay dread respect to the power
Of their own fear falling upon them like a cold shower.
As they walk stooped though young as if they
were the aged parent of time itself.
Their eyes cast down fearing any frown
shuffling in the shadow of stealth.
I pity people who live life like a prison sentence,
Never thinking the walls maybe an illusion of impermanence.
The eye that sees beyond the horizon locked
For the friendship of fear, and love mocked,
For a fair smile from fate all the while living
with hate, never knowing the pleasure of giving.
I pity people so silly so staid who never bared
Terror or an error, i pity the scared the who never dared.