It Is You.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you simply
have gone beyond

Boundaries by
that simple question if

I am happy. I did not
ask you back.

It is respect to
Your freedom, and

You had all the
choices, but what

You got was misery.
Wrinkled past.

Distorted future.
Stained windows. And

Snakes in your
Closet.

The way to happiness
is very very

Personal. It is a house
with windows
Closed.

It is a door that
Only you have

The Key. It is unseen
Like your vision.

It is not touched
By anyone's hand.

You do not say
Open Sesame to all

These sorts of
Common plots.

You keep a fledgling
In your hand.

And it is King and
It is you.