The Personal Journeys.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes i wonder
what happened to her now
she cared much before
but i did not really
the friendship was shallow
and there was no love
actually to feel about.

damn, no one really cares.
i too did not.
and i think life is like that
always with a vested interest
and lust or love or friendship
they are but accessories
to what we are and where we
are going.
Not to a party, but always
getting up
for somewhere else.
this angst of this journey
that always begins but never
seems to end.