Bob Blackwell - *Fear

Means you
are a slave
to thoughts,
of future dreads.

An apprehension,
a trepidation,
a feeling of dread,
a sword above your head.

No reason to fear,
do not tell your fortune,
the future is not here,
please do not to fear,
try not to be a seer.

But crimes are everyday,
tomorrow I could be
robbed, hijacked, raped,
of this I’m frightened.

It’s only thoughts,
that make you dread.
So leave the future,
you do not live there,
and you never will.

Life is now
So live right now,
and deal with
future moments,
as they come.

No need to agonize,
you’ll find you enjoy
a gift of peace
when you learn
to only live
in present time.


19-11-2008

Bob Blackwell

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