<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497199" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What It Is Really?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">somewhere our words take us <br>beyond</div><div style="margin:10px 0">somehow we write because we<br>must rise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some build ships <br>some of us have to create an ocean to make these ships sail</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some of us must know each feather to make us wings<br>some of us must assure that we too can fly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for we are part of this lonely planet looking for a cure<br>of humanity's universal sickness </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this emptiness that no one feels<br>if i must, if need be, we too have to create God to create us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is said He created us in His own image<br>and we who are lonely and fearful must accept and simply believe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we pay nothing for this <br>we only have an imagination </div><div style="margin:10px 0">some of us has to settle in that bottom of faith<br>some floors must hold us as we float in space and need to land</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we create floors we recreate the meaning of floating and settling<br>we are tired and what we need most is this peace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the calmness of everything is our dream<br>somewhere somehow we are and so we keep on writing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some of us has to imagine that we are at rest<br>some mock us because we seem to be always in motion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">eternity, infinity, this somehow this somewhere<br>always taking us away from us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">somehow somewhere we think we understand<br>we grope we feel and yet we are unable to hold any</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so we keep on saying and saying and saying<br>but what it is really? what it is really?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497199" data-title="What It Is Really? de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="somewhere our words take us beyond somehow we write because we must rise some build ships some of us have to create an ocean to make these ships sail some of us must know each feather to make us wings some of us must assure that we too can fl..."></div> </div> </div>

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