The Rut

There’s an illness I have
It’s called fear
It stops me from looking for a new job
Jumping out of a plane
Swimming with sharks
Taking off my shirt
Making new friends

Hopefully one day
I’ll climb out of the rut
Dust myself off
And eat life to the bone

But for now
I’ll sit in the corner
And cower
While fear stands over me
With a club in its hands