The Circuitous Route Of Existence Poem by RIC BASTASA

i should have stopped
a long time ago, i should have ceased
like a light feeding upon itself
a candle eating all its
body of wax,

i should have done it earlier, quit and leave
and not look back,

i never did it, and there must be a reason
an explanation for this addiction,
a justification for moving on,

i am not saying that it is you,
neither myself,

perhaps it is this emptiness that is seeking
fullness

this fullness that empties itself because it is not at comfortable
when things are heavy
on a journey,

perhaps it is a circle,
and there is no knowing where to start where to end
nothing marked,
all the same, dance of life, monotonous, consuming,
and yet never knowing....