You Become Like The Rest Poem by RIC BASTASA

To be really free is to be nonsensical.

try being reasonable, what do you have?

you become like the rest, bound, and frozen to something
that is reasonable

what is reasonable is something that is always expected

and those we expect are the most disappointing of all

what disappoints us makes us depressed and angry and

imprisoned to our own cells of discontent

what makes us free is what makes us open

a closed door may be safe, but who likes to live in it?

when the world was born there are no locks no doors to open

our hands have fingers that are not meant to be fists

but tributaries where any fish can live where any

fallen leaf can drift

our eyes do not even close in the dark

they see better there than in the light which we

know has blinded us

this is the path and it does not even look like a path

we are the first to arrive here

and so we cut and keep on cutting the grass

overthrowing stones

paving