Nothing's Changed... Poem by RIC BASTASA

this afternoon i was driving my car
back home. And i was thinking something
that may change my life
totally.

i wish i can tell you since you are part of the
picture. Your face is a painting of so many words.

Life with you has been tinted. The colors simply
disappear at the first sigh of the coming of my night.

sometimes, i stop the car along the shore
and there is little hut there where i can rest and sit for a moment.

as usual it is the sea that keeps on talking.
there are so many reasons, so many

why i do not have to tell you about this.
and then i drive my car back home and meet you.

another beginning
of another life, and as usual the conclusion is that
nothing must be changed.