We Were So Tired Finding The Ideals....

i was dreaming of
roots
all over me
that night i
got stuck in bed
like a nail
to wood.

sometimes
you never knew
with the
preoccupation
to something
greater
than us
we never knew
how tired
we were

like nail
penetrating wood
disappearing
from
the view of
the ordinary world.

by RIC BASTASA

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