Kinesophobia’s hard to measure;
Deprives the sufferer of fine leisure
They cannot travel in the bus
For fear their nerves will make a fuss.
Trapped inside a moving car
Hardly knowing where we are.
Do we trust the driver’s hands?
Dare we give some kind commands?
Others suffer when at sea
They drink gin for safety.
It’s all about control and trust.
Probably from our very own past.
The breakdown that we fear may come
Has already visited and gone.
We project our past into tomorrow
Which blights our soul with fearful sorrow.
All of life can give us pain
Don’t add more by worrying.
We’re often stronger than we think
Hey,who has stolen my hard drink?
It’s so easy to offer wise advice
If we’ve not been in that same place.
Grace may come to us direct.