A cure. To every fear.

Brimming with confidence. A nice feeling. But not always necessary. It's also good to have doubts. To question everything. Maybe that's how one attains truth. Proceeding. Despite one's fears. The courage. To risk. To walk a tightrope. Across the abyss. To test one's faith. More than a simple walk on water. I'd rather fall into the sea. Than into the bottomless abyss.  Unless I sprout wings. And learn to fly. Or to glide. Maybe. After all.  There is a solution. A cure. To every fear. --Jim Broede