the silver fishes grouping <br />and scattering on the depths <br />of the dark blue sea <br /> <br />the white flapping wings of <br />birds within the circle of their <br />species, poised to fly far distances <br /> <br />the leaves falling from a tree to <br />the ground then blown by the <br />wind towards the desert and <br />the immeasurable mirages <br /> <br />oh, they are all the same <br />they are going somewhere <br />they are taken by what their <br />instincts and their hearts say <br /> <br />like us here, we are packing <br />we are always leaving so what <br />is the use of crying or even <br />laughing and merry making? <br /> <br />we are destined for some place <br />higher than this one <br />we are meant not for this or for <br />us but for some planes of <br />mystical existence that for <br />now we cannot really understand <br /> <br />prepare for that destiny <br />you do not have to carry a cent.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-are-all-the-same/
