Fearsome, Though We Are

rain hits the windshield
and tires give way
and for a moment
just a moment …
and you whisper, you whisper
«it's your anxiety»
tell me why you’re scared
tell me why you cannot sleep
and i won’t do a thing
and shore lines spread out infinite
in four-four time with wasted breath.
their spinning heads
don’t make a dent in you …
and you whisper in my ears
«it's your anxiety»
fearlessly we brave the darkest streets that we know
living dead! we don’t heed a word that they say!
fearsome, though we are … i still have one on you