What are you afraid of? what might be ? What might not be?. Mascerading in this parade, the bull fixated on the red. Allowing the cloth to influence his head, impulsivley he charges, with horns he lead, a cycle of the unread, wil always return when left unfed.  Traumatized by the veil he now takes it step, by step. Reliving the memory of each time he wept. he couldnt hold back ,for each time he slept, dreams of red create the wreck, and to his demise he crept, where he was quickly met, with eyes of sheep with bent heads . intruiged by the fence, he questions himself Cause if there wasnt one, What would he do next?. So i ask you, what are you afraid of my love.
Is it the light?
Is it the night?
Is it the ever lasting fight bettween left and right ? Like a qoy fish swimming up stream i follow my heart, cause it yearns to be free. Even in the grave ill be playing my part. like a wave in the sea.
© joshuagame