Kylies interpratation of fear.

I see in the wind,
as the rain comes down,
through the mist,
the fog,
and the face of the clown,
is staring right through me,
oh what can it be?
For I have traveled the land,
and across the sea,
searching,
and searching,
for what can it be?
But last night,
I knew, I knew who it be,
It be me,
it be you,
it be Everybody.
So now I am wondering,
as I lay,
drifting,
could it be what I fear?
Could it be?
Oh, could it be?
Could it be life itself,
staring at me,
through the fog,
and the rain,
and the mist?
Staring at me?
Oh, what can it be...