The pain of life,
It hides away,
Suppressed by fear,
It's locked away.
From deep insides it bites and gnaws,
And tears apart the fragile walls.
Walls we've built to fend off foe,
And keep those things from all we know.
Those things that shape and knead the clay,
Of whom we are to be some day.
Some weaken yes,
More so than not,
Though the ones that don't,
Have long since taught.
That pain and fear and weakness too,
Are things we must believe untrue.
For day by day,
As life goes by,
Why waste one moment,
Till whence we die.