Redial The Right Number Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Numb must mind neglected soon become.
Unused, the senses atrophy as fear
Mirrors most murky message, morose, drear,
But real enough to strike the life-force dumb.
Energies renew, the time has come.
Rise, spread strong wings, all worries will appear
So many bugbears vain, the way will clear.
Change turns the tide of Fate, Death's distant drum
Holds no more terrors. As a rule of thumb
Advance towards enlightenment sincere,
Nascent opportunity, with cheer,
Generates new joys, fears overcome.
Exchange not freedom for a comfy cell,
Defy complacent custom and closed shell.