Changing Grips...

when reality gets berserk
unable to grip the steering wheel
when the car turns turtle and when
there is no way pulling you out or
opening the door
mind you, you change faith
your spirit flies away and
begins to worship the goddess
of Illusion...that is.... if you still
want to live again.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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