Accelerating Is Language English
The fear is not of something new 
but “can the mind absorb it?”. 
Like helpless dreams, a tension bout, 
this fear’s control, to lose it.
 
Is this where the phobics herd, 
who dare not stand nor face it, 
and call me rude, a geek or nerd, 
if I declare to ride it?
 
And so I climb the higher path, 
accelerating self. 
Peacock faces worry up, 
huddle. But I’ve done it. I know:
 
I’ve learnt the new technology, 
uncared those sneering weenies. 
I turn my back and grin the dawn. 
I’m Gawain. They are the was.
 
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