I can never be somebody–not even a germ.
I can always be under anybody–unworthy of nobody.
A dust can bury me alive.
A gasp can blow me and strip me of dignity.
Casper can question my character.
Poltergeist can mock my existence.
A tear can wash away my dreams.
A frown can bring me to my knees.
Fear is. . .
. . . the smith of our Pinocchio lives perfect-fitting caskets to our own demise.
. . . the root of all hate.
The father of all evils. . .
The mother of all falterings. . .
. . . making peace impossible. . .
. . . making love fail. . .
. . . the worst disease of our minds;
. . . the very norm in the wilds.
Fear is the only enemy of mankind.
World could have been a better place,
If only fear didn’t get in our ways.