I fear not. .

I fear not those who have come and gone, 

Neither those who couldn't leave, and stayed in my mind

I fear not the end, my story has only begun,

And yet for a moment I stray from the road, I am hard to find

 

 

 

I fear not the dwellings of the day, the view outside never bores my heart,

Among writing that I can listen to in my mind, I read but only to you my friend

I fear no one is reading the end, and hence I write of no endings, as I start

And in the colder mornings of a warm summer day, I write of things, of which we all pretend