What under the bed of our soul crawl?
Or lurk in the closet of our thoughts after night fall?

Neither a monster nor some other wicked being,
those who refuse to grow up fear seeing.

It is the oracle of inner understanding we fear,
upon it, pale gray colors of a lonely future appear.

A long and painful stare in this globe of light,
brings the inflexible blueprints
of our behavior into sight.

Where the most desired is also the most feared and unknown.
for, we find it harder to change then remain alone.

Still, instead of facing the fear,
we fool ourselves to believe,
that we want the uninterested to stay,
and the attracted to leave.