C) Is it the hoping that fear brings

Is it the hoping that fear brings
That drives me to act against my sense?
The light that shines and blinds my thought
And burns with a fever so intense.

To lift my feet from the weary step
And speed me along a different course.
While my mouth speaks words that I do not believe
And my eyes are blinded by an unknown force.

I fight for things that I do not want
And look for faces that I will not see.
I remember things that have never been
And friends who never knew me.

Is it the hopng that fear brings
That sparks this fever within my heart?
When I cannot controle my actions or will
And must wait for the fear to depart.