Funny kind of Fear
For the first time I was scared,
While weaving through traffic the thought came.
What if my poem left me?
I honked, to breathe in the Aircon air,
Then the setting sun came to my help.
He told me,
Buddy, what does it matter?
Did your life stop when your life slipped away?
Did your heart stop when your soul breathed far away?
Did you a hypocrite stop living when you were supposed to be dead?
Then why fret if one in a billion poet dies a ordinary death.
I breathed easy, pressed the gas pedal,
I felt all was normal,
She was in any case my morsel.
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