Like a deer in the headlight
Is fear in the dead of night
You freeze by degrees as you stand there wide-eyed
It’s illusive, irrational
And it feels insurmountable
A creeping and deepening mountain of trouble
You have to show you despise it
That you know the sly lies that it
Hides on all sides in a maze of disguises
Make the past fall behind you
Shake the last walls of residue
Til you’re grounded in now and the future of new
