Soliloquy... Poem by RIC BASTASA

life is hard
you always tell me
in every chat

there is no money
and there is no work
people are hard up
that is how you see life

i am far from you
i live in an island
where there is no mall
no roads
for many cars
and there are not much
people to relate with

i overspend my time
to nature's offerings
trees and sea
shells and cats
wind and songs
green grass on the plains
hills and climbs
rivers and rocks
these are all i have here
all these i do not own
and yet
i have enjoyed most


i got not much money
too
but i have much time
i do not have much friends
but i have myself
this best friend of mine

you see
life is happiest most
when spent
without itineraries
nothing to buy
nothing to need

for i eat a little
drink a little
and just live a life
in wonder

i write and never stopped since then
when i discovered that words speak to me
more than i speak to them

this is an interactive world
in the irony of solitude
the paradox of life when it exudes
itself most
in the darkness of our nights
in the silence of our desires
in the liveliness of inactivity
in the kindness of leaving ourselves
alone from
the loneliness of the crowd
in the anxieties of
what we can never be.