Who could this be, in front of me,
should I turn, and begin to flee.
The darkness stirs, my inner fear,
as I run, like a frightened dear.

Now where should I go, to escape harm,
I'm to far away, from the nearest farm.
Faster and faster, I run like the wind,
trying to avoid, the fear from within.

And then I begin, to see a dim light,
and everything seems, it may be all right.
Towards the light, I make my way,
trying to keep my mind, from going astray.

Now as I run,  the light draws near,
and I start to loose, my deep fear.
In the light, is a friendly face,
And I give my mom, a big embrace.

Oh how the mind, of a young man races,
it takes him to, many far off places.
The things he dreams of, seem so real,
and all his fears, he tries to conceal.


by Bernie Howe