The Temporary Oblivion Of Your Stars.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is no difference
actually whether i am free
or not, whether there are walls
or none at all,
whether we are at the prairie
or the in the middle of the
sea,

ah, there will always be options
an ocean wide of options
a no sky limit choices like
all the stars that you fully
see when you camp one night in
the desert,

and so you lay on the sand
stare at the stars and after a
while you get tired of their glisten
their very silent glaze as
they too stare at you, creating
that sense of stupor, that numbness
infused to your veins after all
those years of unthinking existence.

you fell asleep and when you wake
up, the sun had already crept on
the horizon driving all the stars
away into their temporary oblivion.