9: 34 Rantings

there will be so much
ruin, if i change,

there is no need
or if there be i do

not wish that this
too can ruin you

let the days pass
like routine

old buses, worn out
cabs, rusty jeepneys

same parks, dusty roads,
littered seas,

watch capsized boats
easy-rides turning turtles

chaos is fun,
disorder is order

the menu for the day is
always always

expect some stars tonight
hope for the full moon

you see, it is a matter of
seeing, and what matters is

the moment feeling feeling
this always as always

this sense of forever
that we sense we know

shall come and take us
like passing days

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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