Fear is a thing you bat around, yourself,
Like a cat playing with a pencil,
And the minute you quit propelling your fear to go,
It will lie harmless like any inanimate object.

Fear can lie dormant there on the floor for centuries,
Until some fool comes along and picks it up again,
Draws some two-dimensional thing with it
On a single piece of paper,
Then, Viola!
The entire world is terrified again.

-jenn