Fear

Half way there the plane dips,
Nose turning down, engines screaming.
A different dream,
Filled with anxieties, fear.

Can you take issue with your mind?
Promise no further adventures
Into dark corners and threatening creatures
Portending madness and death?

Before there was man, there was fear.
For a second generation to exist
The first needs overcome threats,
Real or imagined, or are they the same?

Emergence requires great good luck,
And belief that we are favored
By a force that brings sun and wind,
Knowing it may bring trial and devastation.

Fighting for an advantage,
We must gain the high ground
To secure our needs
And deal with our fears, and our gods.

Accepting our subordinate role,
Needing the gods favor,
We must strengthen our borders
Taking from others (who are evil).

Alas, survival depends on fear.
Nothing much has changed
On this playing field called Earth,
Except the size of the rock we throw.