M3... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the dance of life is a circle
few have realized that there is a need to escape it
bore a hole somewhere
and break the
cycle

they say out there there is more to
this circle

there is no sorrow
and mind you there is also no happiness

and they say it is perfection
what mind are they using?

what light? what walls are still there that
they speak so differently?

until now
like a buffalo i wallow in mud
but with due respect
i am so well rested
in the murky waters of my
content