I find the world a very scary place.
And fear’s a thing I find I just can’t fight.
So many fears — so many I can’t face.
I’m scared of things that go bump in the night.
I go to bed but must leave on the light.
There hardly is a thing I do not fear.
I’m scared of saying what I know is right;
I fear I may offend those who are near
To me — they may think I’m some kind of queer
Psychoneurotic kook — I am I guess,
But they need not know that. But you may hear
The fear I fear the most — yes, I’ll confess —
The fear that really chills be to the bone,
Is fear of future fears as yet unknown.
— D.N. O’Brien