As Alice walks down a path of never-ending terror,

She pauses as if there was nothing in sight.

“For one, you surely do not seem to have any fright;

Not even a single cower or scream,” said Mr. Rainier.

Alice shook her head. “You misunderstand;

I am terrified at the sight and sounds and thoughts.

Nay, I don’t scream or cower at first hand,

But I do, sir, if you looked at me through an hourglass.”

“The winds still howl for acceptance from Father Sky,

Screams of begging, begging for guidance... foresight!”

Alice nodded. “Indeed, sir,” was her only reply,

As they walked the path of never-ending terror and fright.

She never had the courage, nor the will deep down

But a mission kept her going until it locked from within.

Worried about her state, Mr. Rainier stopped her frown:

“Take your head a little higher, will you, lassie?” Alice grinned.

Well, now the young lass and an average man tread deeper,

And pretty soon they may be done in what they call a “jiffy”.

When both come back from the road seething with terror,

Nay, not the same, not worse, but better people they’ll be.