We Are Moving People - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

it is this traveling
that perhaps can make you

roads are the roller coasters of our minds
trees are trickles of green on each side
always moving
on and on
without exhaustion
viewing everything that is always
new to
our own liking

i do not have a specific destination
each place beyond me is a question

the sad past like the wind that meets our faces
becomes another place of the heart that we leave behind

we are moving people
seated on our couches
still in deep thought
as scenes change every moment

our eyes are always strangers
trekking pathways
consuming roads
without a definite end
on an unknown duration

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 29, 2012

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