How To Live A Lifetime Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are doubts
streaks of light coming from the
half-open windows

when you wake up
you cover the nakedness of the night
with you

you arrange some strands of the hair
in your head
putting some order of the perceived
chaos

you want to understand
and the deeper you go
you realize that
there is really need
to understand in order to fully live
the shortest life
possible

it can be too taxing
and it may cost the moments of your life
all beautiful encounters
unmade

you say what a waste
what a ruin

more excitements are coming like a mob
and you forget to savor each moment
because the quest for understanding
preoccupies your lifetime

you sit for a while to stop
& discover

gaze around you to believe that this world
has no mind of its own

it merely spins all days and nights
making itself felt

create the usual revolutions
where men who used to conquer
turn into loose skins, white hairs,
brittle bones
and cadavers

and then back to dust again
and for sure
no one wants to remember this
customary annihilation

one goes to the pizza parlor
bites some hot slices
fills his hunger
drinks coke
satisfies the thirst
and without so much thought
lives a lifetime.