Staring Uphill

There are things to fear
and things to hide

And where does it put me.

Where do i stand

When i stand in fear

Of all that surrounds me

how can i stand

When i knowingly ingest sickness

And hope to stand unharmed

Who am i

To think i am exempt

That i am immortal

i am no god

i am finite

i have a beginning

And i have an end

And my end comes

When i stand in pride

My beginning starts

When i bow down

Before You