Fear isn’t born in the now,
It’s a relic from the past,
A shifting image of old memories,
That shadows us so fast.
It’s crafted from our thoughts,
And built on what we’ve known,
An echo of what once was,
Not the truth we’ve grown.
In the present, fear has no space,
It’s the past that keeps it nearby,
It’s the old stories and memories,
That makes it feel so clear.
So, when fear begins to rise,
Know where it’s really from.
It’s just the past’s fading whispers,
Not what’s real or to come.
It’s a relic from the past,
A shifting image of old memories,
That shadows us so fast.
It’s crafted from our thoughts,
And built on what we’ve known,
An echo of what once was,
Not the truth we’ve grown.
In the present, fear has no space,
It’s the past that keeps it nearby,
It’s the old stories and memories,
That makes it feel so clear.
So, when fear begins to rise,
Know where it’s really from.
It’s just the past’s fading whispers,
Not what’s real or to come.
