On The Wings Of Fantasy Poem by RIC BASTASA

early this morning
you wake up with nothing
to fret about

pre-valentine feeling
of having nobody
and feeling nothing
about the coming
day of the hearts

you say better have
nothing than
a head-ache

i say, babes,
not guts not glory
no pain no gain

and you say
it is not the end of the world

and i say
the world does not end
only humans

and you say
you don't have to beg
luck and love does not seem
to like each other

and i say
try the blessing side of love
try a little flirting like you are a bait
thrown in the sea of love
and get the share of your fish
in that big ocean

then you sighed.
because you don't believe that it's gonna happen anymore.

end of the conversation.

i could have said: try and try until you succeed.