there are always two sides <br />one must rationalize that everything will always turn out right <br />inside out <br />when it is too far and tiresome on the other side <br />it makes you see what you have not seen <br />from the nearness of <br />blindness of this side of life <br /> <br />you begin to realize there is no end on the other side <br />it always extends and then extends further like a pi and <br />returns again from where you are sitting like a comma of a sentence <br /> <br />and from what you have written, tired and lonesome, <br />wanting to put an end to your self defacing sentences <br />you feel like <br />another line has to be made <br />since another door of lengthy thread of thoughts opens for you <br />as soon as you close <br />another paragraph like the way you seal a vent <br />in the wall of your boredom. <br /> <br />always it says: welcome <br />welcome <br />welcome and so you rise and tell yourself <br /> <br />i like it <br />i am alive and each moment is as precious as <br />a grain of sand kept in my pocket <br />after that bath in the midnight sea<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/welcome-welcome-welcome/
