Fear and Fridays - a poem by Zach Bryan
I have taken my motor bike down the Pacific 101
and I have stood atop the Empire State Building with my father
I have ridden the fear, although I was afraid
Every single time
I’ve learned that every waking moment is enough
And excess never leads to better things
And only piles and piles atop the things that are already abundantly in front of you
Like breathing and chasing and slow dancing
And love making
fighting and, laughing
I am unhinged, unworthy, and distasteful to mostly everyone I meet
However, I am loyal to a fault
to anyone I find kindness in
I do not and will not fear tomorrow
Because I feel as though today has been enough
I’ve got no hate in my heart for anything, anywhere, or anyone
And I think fear and Fridays have got an awful lot in common
They’re overdone and glorified
And always leave you wanting
Yeah, I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common
They’re overdone and glorified
And always leave you wanting
















