What is it that makes us move?
What is it that makes us lose?
What is it that feeds our anxiety?
In our madness we scold The Almighty.
This entity wasn't intended by The Creator?
Why can not we get rid of that traitor who,
Manifest itself to wrong our every endeavor,
Producing its sinister grin it shines over our labor.
Now the path is what we choose
Excess fear has began to lose,
The charm with which it held our spirit,
It is a weak energy that looks for fools.
Ahh.. look, there it found another fool.