It’s the atmosphere
that causes me to fear
that what is in here
is not real
It appears
to be sincere
even when it steers
from the rear
It may sound severe
or tend to veer
Away from the reel
of what is revealed
Is it more cavalier
Like some souvenir
easily disappeared
from the biosphere
They seem insincere
when they persevere
like a pioneer
of yesteryear
Blasting like an auctioneer
attempting to commandeer
how we will feel
when we believe the reel
of all there is to fear
is all that is there
and the only thing real
Dare to unveil
What only your heart can cohere
Outside the sphere
of the mind’s unending spiel
all the things to fear
Step into the gear
where what you can here
embodies the veneer
encouraging you to volunteer
for living in the stratosphere
not governed by fear
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