Safe or Happy?
Free falling for twenty thousand feet,
without a parachute, while making love.
Certain death, but what a rush!
Life in a bunker underground, air filtered,
with food screened, and guards outside.
No problems here, you can't touch me.
A level between security and excitement:
Happiness, like beauty, is in the eye
of the beholder, and mine's not yours.
Be safe, you say, labelling me
with apprehensions I may not share.
Your greeting wasted, I felt nothing.
When you greet me, give me some space.
I'll gladly take your blessing, but
wish me happiness, I'll choose my own.
