I Choose The Latter Poem by RIC BASTASA

Reality fades
lights die
switches turn off
a world may shrink
and some
shatter
into meaningless
bits

that is a fact
a law
that operates with
or without us

everything is flitting
most flee
and have no plans
coming back

we are born
we get old
we die, and then what?

we can do nothing
about our flesh

we can do nothing
about the trees

but we can join the
wind
and still be with
the clouds again

on one hand reality
and on the other imagination

i choose
the latter.