Sometimes I get scared. And then I wonder why.
Thoughts come and go, no more than a side-show
I mean really – anyway – what do they know?
To the wind, may some get splintered and scatter
Such are the thoughts that do not matter
The fears that do not ultimately matter
Reveal as anger from characters such as the Mad Hatter
All that’s left is a hammer and the sound of shatter
So goes the fears that ultimately do not matter
That which matters originates deeper from within
This is the starting point, the haven from which we begin
Served in a feast upon the most sacred of platter
Now we really knows what truly matters
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