Originality Poem by RIC BASTASA

my ambition in life
is not to follow any path
not to close my mind
on something that
they believe in

i like the wanton
exhibition of ideas
in the circus of life

bearded women
fire eating men

and people who do
not believe in anything anymore

i like a grassy mountain
there is no path in there
and there are no footsteps.

i like a north star
to gaze upon my window

i am not here to follow
i am not here to lead

i am here to watch and then
write what i have seen

for those who are blind
they may see through my words