Fear...
Everyone is after me to
jump through hoops,
whoop it up,
play football,
rush about,
even go swimming and flying.
Fair enough.
Everyone is after me to
take it easy.
they all make doctor's
appointment for me,
I'm not ill I think.
What is going on ?
Everyone is picking on me,
with their relentless knives
and forks,
I am afraid.
I am afraid of the whole
World,
afraid of cold water,
afraid of death.
I am as all mortals are,
unable to be patient.
And so,
in these brief,
passing days,
I shall not take them into account.
I shall open up and closet myself
with my most treacherous enemy,
my selves...
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