The Ocean Of Choices

in the ocean of choices
ships sometimes collide
and you become one
of the fatalities
a part of yourself becomes
a passenger unaccounted

you become one of the fishes
in one of the myriad corals
you become part of the
one of the sands of
the ocean floor

in the ocean of choices
you are one of the yachts
racing for a prize
against the storms
and betrayals

then you never become a bridge
you are always one of the islands
in the ocean of choices
you try to swim and
then you drown
to become one of the
tiny stones.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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