The Thom The Thim - The F Word

Fear is nothing to fear but fear itself
As I walk through the Valley of the death
Everyday
Forty days and Forty nights
Mulling over life s fragility
In each and every way
Fear creeps up at the most ordinary places
Phone rings after midnight - fear s there
Door's knocked more than twice - fears s there
Muffling noise behind closed door - fears s there
Ignorance of the nature of reality
Craving, clinging to things illusory
Concocting thousands of imageries
Fear appears
The fear of being ill
The fear of being still
Denying the Impermanence of existence
Ego tripping overkilled
Ego thrives on fear
Accelerating with uncertainties
Fuelling the vehicle of ego
Racing through dark nights with raging anxiety
When you fear a foe
Fear crushes your strength
Giving way to self doubts and sabotaging
In time we hate that which we often fear
Often we fear that the hate was self imposing
Let me regale
With an example
Last man on Earth
Confined in his home
Out of nowhere
Came door knocking
To his room
Fear is nothing but fear itself
Always the unknown that leads to the path of hell

Written by:
Thom Thim

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