Am I such the fool, delivering my sanity
on a platter of aspic,
A brain made cotton-silly with fear
Wobbly as jelly in some half-baked idea
That any challenge is as good as the next
As long as I catch fire with the muse
Take the endless trip to inspiration, trusting
it will leave most of my synaptic cells
intact to celebrate a victory,
Be it a motley or disingenuous one
I don't want to miss out on another rowing
toward god
No matter how little or how much I might
believe in the pseudo-paradise
I've been sold; I'll take it on faith
It will be mine as long as I keep on keeping on.
S.E.Ingraham
