things get complicated like <br />strangled hair. The comb does <br />nothing to straighten what <br />used to be smooth and shining. <br />we get lost in paths. we sometimes <br />do not know where is the point <br />of turning and returning. we just <br />go, anywhere, to any place <br />where our feet take us. Without <br />the mind. we still think of our <br />souls. we move on. things get <br />so complicated. sometimes <br />we do not think like sane <br />people on the mall, drinking <br />beer and eating hamburger. <br /> <br />i stop walking for a while. <br />i am silent and still. what i can <br />do, at this moment, is only <br />to pray for you. May God bless <br />all lost souls. May God find <br />them. We are waiting.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-we-can-do-is-only-pray/
