For The Rest Of My Life Poem by RIC BASTASA

for the rest of my life
i will take the same routine

home, office, school,
home office, school,

a straight life confined
in a certain space
too confined and too
tight for my soul
and too boring
for my body

home, office, school,
school, home, office,

you ask me if there is
something wrong with
my life? there is nothing

right in it, everything has
always been wrong
and everyday has always
been an attempt to correct
it, but nothing

nothing has fit into it
to cut the routine to
break me from the
chains of everyday

nothing comes and nothing
goes, i think, that is how
it is meant to be,

i think, i simply have
to imagine, make some
figments of stars, and moon
and sun and mountains
and seas and valleys
and castles and princesses
and kings and queens

and too they become routine
too, some poems and stories
some people that do not
actually exist, some imaginary
earth, imaginary creatures

they are all here, in this routine
of imaginations, of poetics
of illusions and allusions,
these lines, my life, these routine
and all my excuses, you and I.