Illogicality...

i'd like to make it simple

complicating it does not help
our situation

i do not have four feet
i don't know if becoming a fish can make me see thing clearer

but can clarity really help?

i guess with fifty-one years here
we are mislead by the
something that is clear

actually, it makes us more confused
unable to relate to something more real and
recurrent

i change, it is complicated,
i don't like it here, it is as simple as that

i get nothing here except
boredom,
all my wishes turn to stone

stone hits my head so bad
i need to go and look for a cure.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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