Painted Fire

I can bare the boredom,

I can pay the price,

I can perform the labor,

and I can roll the dice.

I can commit the time,

I can endure the hurt,

I can sacrifice,

and I can stay alert.

I can do a lot

to get the life I crave,

as long as I am not

required to be brave.

I can resign my life,

I can accept demise,

I can think destruction,

and I can close my eyes.

I can do a lot

to throw it all away,

but I have always dreamed

of a life that lives like play.

I am a feeble sketch,

with a penchant for desire,

sailing in the wind

towards a painted fire.