Gamblers

My room is filled with music

of my choosing.

The only other sound

are those of my fingers moving across

keys at the same pace that these words appear.

Outside my window,

Outside my door,

there is a world that we share,

filled with every knowable and

unknowable pain and sorrow.

There are those who wish us harm

and there are those who wish us joy.

It's much easier to sit here and wonder

about it all.

But sooner or later

we all become gamblers.