RIC S. BASTASA
In A Crowd, In A Sea Of People - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
in a crowd of people, in a sea of people
you can just be a wooden sail, and sail like
there are no people in there, in the sea of people,
you can just be yourself, like they do not exist,
you can even just be any kind of wave in there,
a small gentle wave with the usual sea cap, a white
foamy sea cap, indistinguishable like the rest of the
people in the sea of people, and in this sea where you
are just one of them, there is really no problem, you are
just like them, behaving just like anyone of them, and you can always be with them, lonely, lonely like them, always being like them, in a crowd, in this uniformity, in this
anonymity, but once it may occur to you, that there is
something in yourself that simply shouts, I can be out
from here, out of here, from this cacophony, from this loneliness,
I cannot wait anymore, in the sea of people, I can be out,
An outcast, and it does not matter, deep within I know I can feel it now,
my mother was a seagull, and I have always known how to fly.
The time is now to spread the wings that I have been hiding.
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