Chapter 555
Fright
Things aren't always what they seem
There could be some delight
It seems more often than not
That the unknown causes fright
The chances we take in life
Are seldom concise and finite
Our actions and reactions
May cause a riot of trouble to incite
Often our fate is left to dreams
We conger up our own White Knight
That all soon ends as we wake
Leaving us with the darkness of night
We can think about it all
With the advantage of hindsight
We wondered where it was at
When we needed true insight
We all want something
That is shinny and bright
How much will we give
For what will we fight
Nobody