Travel And Life Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a saying that we travel not to escape life but that
life may not escape us and i ask myself if honestly i do as
i always want it to be done.

when we were on the beach one Sunday morning the sea was crystal clear and we both see the fish feeding on the weeds.

i went to the deeper part and since you do not know how to swim you only went with me upon a lengthy gaze without speaking a word as it was unnecessary.

the envy was clear since all your life you always wanted to learn how to swim.

sometimes i want to tell you that traveling is like swimming. and that we are the fish and the sea is the world and we feed on seaweeds and no matter how we wanted to be deep, we still remain as shallow as our shortcomings

time strains us. and some people like you only gaze and never learn and only stay though they really want to go somewhere else.