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To The Rocks
for my youth
i heard all the music of the rocks
it was hard but it was good
it was rough but we learned to like them all
nothing destructive
just the surging and the hilarity
of the roller coaster
ride to
the present stage,
and now,
to the rocks shall everything be,
i keep the career
and i cannot keep both,
soon, i shall shy away from
any contractual obligations
i have my own reasons
so shall the other party,
and the judge of all time,
God, or man, or everyone one,
shall say,
we agree, the binds are too strong
but somehow there is a word
to loosen it,
they are right,
they have called it by the name of chains
iron locks,
nightmare clocks,
at night, you see a face without eyes and ears
and there is that big scream
on those days
you keep on watching how the wind is robbing
the trees of their leaves
and then
at the end, you realize that there is nothing that you need
the nothingness engulfs you
and then happily
you embrace its arms, you rest, you are gone
you leave a note to the sands,
forget everything
leave all as they are.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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