Inday Badi

sometimes inday we meet
and we try to figure out what we really want to do with our lives
and we laugh
only to discover that we do not really know what to do
and so we keep on doing and doing anything
hoping to find something to do that may tell us

that this it.
but i must honestly tell you, i have never found it.

not with anybody. sometimes inday i just want to sleep
but i cannot
sometimes inday i just want to eat and eat but the food
does not taste anything anymore

i try praying, but i arrive at the meaningless mumble
and i am like a bumble bee just bumbling

i am trying poetry. and this is something that i always do now.
because it is like doing nothing at all.

it is just like playing mahjong. killing time because there is so much
time and at long last we have taken revenge

when time is not time anymore, but just a piece of a chunk
of the boredom that i eat everyday.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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