Here, Here My Dear Poem by RIC BASTASA

we honestly did not intend to build a palace in the sky

you must understand our disappointments and sorrows
that is why we are playing with our hands on the sands of time

we do not intend to challenge the waters on the shore
we do not mind if everything we built is erased by it

we are merely squandering time because we have nothing meaningful to do anymore

we cannot simply delet ourselves like some innocuous words in the
sentence

we have no power to simply burst like a balloon release ourselves as air and leave the empty rubber on the ground

we have codes in our bones some inscriptions on our skins
the instructions are vague and incomplete that is why we are being held here with the caprices of too much waiting

come join us let us play on the sands of time let us swim on the
shallow seas of our usual existences

it is not fun really but it can be if we think it to be
it is all in the mind it is beautified by the heart