All In Fantasy
At Hope’s gaming table,
How long the night becomes
As one sinks into bed,
Staring upwards at a ceiling of dreams,
Seeing only the cards from yesterday played and thrown in,
Hoping on the next round
The table will deliver a magic
Winning card,
Face,
Down,
For my eyes only.
Such have been the many hours
Of heart thumping,
Mind twisting
Dreams upon dreams,
Waiting for the moment
When the one sure table of risk
Delivers the reward of winning
The one sure crazy gamble pay off.
How relentless
The dawn of suffering,
Reminding one of the unnoticed nocturnal gaming table
As the early light always shining on reality
Reveals all that is true
Keeping the buried card of want…
Buried.
Life certainly imitates with fortunes granted to those who were lucky. Those who are at the right place at the right time. That's why we have drug addicts, relationship addicts, and gambling, among others like obsessive-compulsive dieters or neat-nicks, hoarders. All the flaws the flesh is heir to.
Better to focus on the real need and meet it in a timely way. Relax and enjoy the fulfillment of having comfort in the way we are rather than the way we think we need to be.
Ron