A Long, Straight Line
it is a boring long, straight line
you walk upon it like you are an emoticon
changing the faces of a circle
finding a way to find your true self
you wish a blackout so the computer turns itself off.
a blur happens.
everything ends.
it is still a boring long, straight line in your mind.
because you will it to be.
try sitting down, settle like a little bird perched on a twig
on a sunny day
just watch what happens next.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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