Getting Away From All These.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

so many rules, and so many changes
and we who are foolish enough are tracking
each nuance,
each abrupt change, each newly built sandcastle
which from time to time
the waves destroy
and we like Sisyphus enduring
keeps on reconstructing every rock rolled and then in place

this is our business
doing and undoing, remembering and forgetting
round and round
that eternal circle of
joy and happiness, of searching and finding

there is a way somehow
to get away

but i shall be doing it with you
i am half of you
i shall be an eye to your body
you are my arm to my hands
you are my mouth to my tongue

after we get away from all these structures
when we are finally free
we shall see, if by then, we be on each own
finding our own paths
to our defined bliss.