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been quite a time
i stayed inside of myself
probing what i am, and then

the time comes for change
i must go out of myself
and find who i am, i must

answer the questions of my heart
without the help of my mind
letting go what i feel, and

not telling, just like puffing smoke
to the air, alone, without you,
not saying anything, to the sun

it is like sitting on the side of the road
where all others stand and wait, and
you ask me, 'what are you doing? '

and i tell you, 'Nothing! ', and then
you go your way as i stay merely
looking, loafing, nothing to do.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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