N3

there are always options
nobody tells us what are they
before we know it
we have become our own
myriad options

self-preservation
love of self and love of the other
obeying rules
not discarding them
making new rules
and understanding some new ones

do not listen
you have your light within
pray
for we are weak and
of limited understanding editions

move on, life always begins
on something exciting
who cares? this is my life
this is my own journey

climbing mountains
sitting on stone
watching another day
pass by
on a caravan of memories
on desert thoughts

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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