You come and go

When you go, you're gone forever,
you string along, you string along.

-Culture Club: Karma Chameleon

Break, Break, Break

Break, break, break

 -Alfred, Lord Tennyson                                    

Break, break, break,

On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!

And I would that my tongue could utter

The thoughts that arise in me.

O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.



I will not dare to explain the poem; no, I'll only repeat:

 'But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
 And the sound of a voice that is still! '

Fear

My biggest fear is to lose the love and esteem of those dear to me. 

I shall not elaborate.