Confessing Again...
i come to the conclusion
after so many nights that since i enjoy
communing with freedom,
then i may as well accept that i do not belong to anyone
or anything
nothing is ideal, no one is my master,
this is a free world, and i let my thoughts roam like a conqueror
of air, and space,
i don't know, but i simply don't belong to any class anymore,
or a system,
or an idea, like a set,
or a cache,
or a cage of this
e-world
i am back here
confessing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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