Crystal Ball Poem by RIC BASTASA

a crystal ball in your hand
foretelling my mood

stop it
the paranoia is a lamp in your mind

it is daytime
stop it

see the sun
feel the warmth

do not make predictions
reality is here

see the world for yourself
do not look at me

feel the grass
not my skin

touch the wind
not my words

fly like a bird yourself
do not think that i have wings

stop talking much
every syllable becomes a bar of your prison wall

try the silence
like licking vanilla ice cream

set me free
for i am free

live your life
do not be crippled by my own biography

focus focus
focus focus

write the words for your life
do not see my notes

be brave
as i am.