In this world of danger
I fear myself more than anything else
In course of changing
I never know when my mood swings
In the lush green meadow of life
Nothing I fear more than myself
In course of cleaning the fallen lambs
I never know when my wolf rises
To walk with you along the road
I fear myself more than the pot holes
In course of removing thorns
I never know when my balloon inflates.
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In course of removing thorns I never know when my balloon inflates. does any of us know? Probably not. enjoyed the read