Our Numbness Along The Road Leading To Our Destiny Poem by RIC BASTASA

that night i passed by the road
leading to the house where i live,

someone died on the road
i did not mind i was eagerly heading for home

this morning while going to the university
another body sprawled on the road,
another dead body

there is a crowd of people
curious but not mourning

i do not stop for death
i am going towards mine
and we who are still living cannot really be surely
lucky

everyday we are dying
we simply have to wait for that fateful time
it is our turn we do not have to anticipate it
every hour
a part of us dies

it is enough
sharing these moments of death
and so i say
i cannot stop for another person's death

destiny has once taken him
and there is nothing that i can do

i am also just merely passing by...