Everything is fear.
The orderly man with lists
and plans, lines and dots
and structured hours,
clenched fists until his whiskey sours,
The frustrated lady yelling
at some teenagers, telling off
the others from behind her
car window, screaming
at whoever that they should be kinder.
That lazy boy procrastinating,
the marathon runner's
serial dating, the stunner
sitting at the end of the row
the balder waiting for his hair to grow.
The sweating, the shivers, damp hands,
laying down and crying rivers,
waiting until the joke lands,
learning this isn't where the other stands
on unnecessary policies.
I have contracted a severe disease.
I googled what it was, a mistake of a decision.
the worst of all possible conditions
it's called tunnel vision.