A Way Of Life Professed

he is lost
he intends to be lost
in the crowd
he never
belongs
to anyone

he is lost
he loves to be lost
forever

he has no world
no place
to stay

he has no breasts to hold
and keep
him in place

so keeps on looking
somewhere
where he can have a place
where he
can stay put

he is not afraid to become
a stone
only if he can find
a home

there is no one
no place
and he learns it after
so many
fears and then

he begins to love
this feeling
got stuck to
being lost
as a way of life

professed.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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