As decisions are detonated via a docked language; This is the way, and dismissed are their origins; It’s to facilitate the authoritarian’s hand; And fear was never quite a word; Of course, there will be groaning dissent; When the crisis is over, when the questioning has expired.

When children leap over playground chasms it empowers them more; For in it are things which can permanently frighten; Frightening things they have read in popular lore; And they will take risks and self-enlighten; For life is as dangerous as it is fabulous; And they are learning to be brave; And not to fear become its slave.

Commanded by easiness, the index finger scrolls some more, For that captivating thing not yet seen, that it could be sublime, As with any bright object called upon to exceed the senses, Dazzling until spent, instantly falling from the finger, disappeared, Called by nature to be forgotten and moved on, ending the fling.