Bottomless Abyss Poem by RIC BASTASA

they too want a world
where the air is fresh
where the apple is for
everyone's picking
where the story of adam and
eve and the snake and
God becomes nothing but a myth
invented by some
unkind rulers

some rules have become unacceptable
the mind has broadened
truths have become fingers of the hand
laws are kaleidoscopic
the fan of life have different lengths
radio waves are bands

now we are equals
will you tell me what to do with my life
and love
will you write me what happiness is
will you compose a letter for me
as how life should be lived?

we card a different road here
a different route
still unknown to you or even to us
we chart our own pursuit of happiness
as we leave
your cells and hanging vines and
torturous chambers

we are nobody
we are grieving and we are still
searching

yes, the pursuit of happiness is the
main reason why we still live
endless horizons
sunless borders
bottomless abyss.