i have give you a list of games <br />a to z, back to z then a, and you gape at me <br />unable to believe, <br />finding it so hard to believe that in the middle of the city <br />during a blackout i can be <br />another black dog with eyes gleaming like <br />a pen light roaming around <br />a black canvass inside the movie house <br />where each hungry city dweller is looking for <br />something to hold <br />to eat and puke. <br /> <br />now going back to where we once were, <br />we never made us <br />they made us to do things that we do not really do <br />the way we did it, <br />we are constrained to escape from the doorsteps <br />of restraint, <br />and be free birds, white <br />in visions, twittering on sky blue skies <br /> <br />now going back to what we are.... <br />where are we really? <br /> <br />i am serious. Are we not lost? <br />in the middle of this darkness where we think we are no longer stars<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-going-back-to-a-little-seriousness-about-life/
