The Consequences Of Being Outcasts... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the feeling that what we ask
is not given
makes us
what we are not supposed to be
protesters
we set aside the serious business
of being responsible
we give in
to the seduction of our souls
we pamper ourselves
with all these pleasures possible
why should we be like all of you?
when we are not
really
inside your circles
we are the outcasts now
and with all the disguises of
these blessings
we can now do
what we want
no one tells us
since we do not follow
we do not look for roads anymore
because these lead us to
nowhere anyway
all the places belong to us now
because we belong to no
one