Fear
It drives us
Like that
Old rusted
Ford you found
Whilst digging
Amidst the air
Because we let fear
Steer
And fear only
Wants to be
With his lover
Passivity
So that, old Ford
It sat around
It sat around and
Collected dust
Because we were too
Passive

This poem was also inspired by that same sermon on fear that "Magic Glasses?" was inspired by.

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