In my life of emergencies,
there are quiet times.
During these quiet times,
I think of eternal existence.
I think of life, death and happiness.
I think of you,
always of you.
You are still a mystery and a fantasy.
A muse who infrequently appears
to keep me confused and excited.
You keep your pleasures locked away
Under a life of doubt
Your warmth stays buried deep
within the reality of your security.
Your refusal to let go
is burning the core of truth.
You are left,
to exist within normality and boredom.
My bravery has also been limited,
as I conform to civilization,
and live my life with blinders on
playing the fools game,
unwilling to gamble for happiness.
By Gary William Ramsey