Que Sera Sera

They content with
the images of themselves
proud of the genetic chain fulfilled
through their children
Yet they are empty too
for sometime
Just like me
Though i entertain not an image
of anybody
NOT even myself or the other self of myself
IT Is the NOw that i embrace
on a door that closes and opens when i step
outside

i sing, que sera sera
whatever will be will be.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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