Mini Poetry: Stoic

You would have to travel far and near…
your body will wear..
with every misfortunes you’ll bear,
along the wrong path you’ll steer.
You’re nothing more than a human smear.
So, fear ~ to protect the life so dear!

You know what’s queer?
to live is what I endear
and you, fear, makes it clear
that I must aim for the final frontier.