On Strange Lands.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is hard to live
when the sword of Damocles is
always on top
of our heads,

we could for sure
remove it, by our own
will, but

we did not, we keep it
hanging there,
and it is ours.

it will, and so always,
it will always be
hard to live, day by day,
with that sword
hanging at our heads,

but that is simply
the way to live
everyday, until we do no
mind it anymore

these daily occurrences,
as we walk on cliffs,
as we sail the seas,
as we land on lands
stranger than all of
us....