Writing Another Story..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

perhaps it should be like
you are too crowded inside a room
with piles of paper works waiting
and you decide to close your eyes
for a while, take a journey inside
your body, as though you are a
soul, inside a soul, and then you
take a deep breath and be like
Alice into the world of glass,

and you are into a different world,
and you see what you have not seen
before, and feel what you have not
felt before, and you like to stay
there for a while, not forgetting that
this is only temporary and that you
are finally going back, and you stop,

to go back from where you are, into
a door, into the same room with a pile
of papers to read and make opinions,
and judgments, and be like a true man,
using reason and experience, touching
other people, and understanding other
people's actions,

you are real, and everything is real.
and then you havea story to tell,
but you will not be telling anyone.