Most people,

Toe the line,

Doing the dance of tricksters,

Sometimes stumbling,

Foot slipping over that invisible thread.

Doing what comes naturally,

Running from battle,

Hiding their faces,

Turning from darkness,

That thick, mysterious gloom.

Running,

Sprinting until their lungs burn.

So, what is truly scary?

What should really frighten you?

you don't know,

What's hidden behind that curtain,

That thick wall of black.

So step forward,

Go into that world,

Don't be stupid.

Just turn on the light.

Because dancing with tricksters,

Twirling with liars,

Is doing what is easy.