Nothing to fear but fear itself.
It sneaks up from the rear...
To appear in stealth.
Is it the 11th hour?
Getting near the 12th?
Will even harder times come clear your shelf?
Being a metaphysical being...
I'm always seeing a chance.
Never met a physical being worth peeing my pants.
Not until the music stops am I fleeing the dance.
There's only solid ground found beneath my stance. 
Don't spend a second stressing or second guessing.
Destiny beckons...
I reckon even a reckoning's a blessing.
Take the bolder path.
Life's a parade!
Don't just take photographs. 
Don't let the motorcade motor past.
You can mold the cast.