Walking Through Life Poem by RIC BASTASA

at four o'clock in the morning
you wake up and begin to take
your walk with life

the wind is cold and the path
is rocky and you are walking on
bare feet
your clothes are useless

you go on not minding
the thin thread of life that
you are treading upon
you hear the screams of those
who fall recently into that
abyss of oblivion
you are not disturbed
you already know what is happening

if you fall you say that is natural
it is not bad luck
if you don't that is alright & understandable
for the time being
neither is it good luck

it is at this moment of your life
when you say yes to everything
you ask yourself for once
if you have the right to say no

you don't have really.
they tell you to move on
and you ask them
where to?

there is no answer. Their silence
confirms too, their search, their own isolation.
their unloving distance

it is at this moment that you feel so strong
because now, you are all
alone.