Fears.

Strange, aren't they?

One person afraid of the dark of night,

The next of day's light,

Each fear different, yet the same.

And why?

One might ask,

Should one person cower from tight embraces,

While another from open spaces,

Yet in each other's places they bask?

And how?

Asks another,

Could someone afraid of change,

And one of staying the same,

Ever exist along with the other?