I feel the tensions in the air
When my sales simply are not there
And though I know I’m not a man
It seems to matter in this land
The favors are not in my hands
And do I care that I’m not the favorite?
And will I see that best is not for me?
That middle’s where to be?
What if I never keep my place?
And need to join the next rat race?
Of course I’d like to persevere
And find successful history here
But fear of failure stings my fate.
And shall I suffer or will I muster
All of my will and go in for the kill,
For sales is my lone skill?
Assignment: What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears. If you’re up for a twist, write this post in a style that’s different from your own.