The Fearless

 No wonder where you walk in
And who you walk out from
The fear that struggles inside you
To kill itself looks at the world outside
Through the glassy skins of yours
Tells me one thing,about love.
That no one is free
But good enough to be free.
And that no one is a slave
But bad enough to be one.
It is where we are now
Where the mountains want to flow
Like spineless rivers
And where the dying rivers want to reborn
As those ageless mountains
Its not who you are
But who you fear to be
That cuts down most of your smile, inch by inch.

-Aroon Che