It Is... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

too much time has been
spent for nonsense

but somehow this nonsense
keeps us directed into something light and blissful

it is or could be odd
but it is fair enough

morning takes its meaning
from what others claim as nothing

so much time still must be wasted
it is.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 10, 2011

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