I break out in a cold sweat
My hair rises up in alarm
I wonder why I am scared
And what will cause me harm..
Premonition strikes at the oddest of times
But mainly in the dead of night
I fear the roof may fall
I wonder if calamity will call
It is nice to be intuitive
When future seem good and bright
But then arise my doubts
And fill me up with fright
Till I take a deep breath
And calm my weary soul
For that is the only way
That I can become whole