On My Own Way Of Looking At Things

somewhere
i must see on my own
do things
the way my hands shall make
what my mind knows
there is no sense being
other people
they have their own feelings
their own
makeshifts, i, venture,
on this
undrinkable, what you left
as unthinkable
the non doable
left along i must grown my own
wings and
fly.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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