How hard it is to understand A fearful hearts’s struggle to pretend Remains to be an unfit part Claim for what is forever apart An inner voice of a confused soul, Provoking for the unnatural role, Haunted nights wakes me up, Like an innocent and insecure pup, Frightened from the gloomy dark, Panicking when street dogs’ bark, Take a while to recall and remember, Is it May, June, July or December? Haunted thoughts baffle a lot, Too much raining but still drought. Am I now sheltered and safe? Or out of this funny competitive phase, My vague brain tries to discern, “That’s life and you must learn,” Perhaps its groundless fear, Fright to lose, what is near and dear. Hope to lead and to overcome, Fight with life and practice to learn Empower phobia with fun, Waiting that day to come, When waking will be valiant and firm, Moon will wait for the awake, Sun will be there to welcome. Whole night I will sleep and snore, Sound like a wild lioness’s roar, When life will be still and pure True love will knock at my door, When pure love will assure to cure, None will address me a scared any more.