I Am Gone..... - Poem by RIC BASTASA
since you asked me
then this is my answer: i don't build a bridge for now
i don't even like to see how it is built by you
i grieve over how you waste time trying to connect two distant islands.
Time is precious. The bridge is there
and there is no need to construct any.
You eyes look down the cheek.
To the waist of life, the dance is waiting.
Every night every light is a dance of life.
There is no time to answer the questions even.
Those who were ahead of us, oh, they have the answers
but they carry it to their graves.
I get the point about life now.
It is nothing to do with greatness.
It is a very simple proposition: i am life, live me.
I am time, let me pass the way i want to.
I am water let me flow.
I am air let me blow what is left of me.
I am an island. I am a coconut tree.
I am a shell. I am a grain of sand.
I am everything you see and touch and think about.
I am gone.
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