Onwards, Forward
we who are left
have no choice, we go onward
forward, we have nothing to lose,
except the traces of our
erroneous steps
we who are down are lucky too
for we have no other direction except to go up
we cannot stay here
for what choice have we?
those who are there already
i know, shall find nothing as significant as a mole
at their backs
and so what choice have they?
except to come back
and retrace the better past
the excitement of what once
were
those who are up there
have no other options but to fall
and the higher they got
the painful
the hit, and they get crushed
and we who are still moving
to that direction
must take time to reflect
perhaps there are other ways
not to harm finally
our stupid selves.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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