by Kat Ongoco
I want to write what i feel
but I have this fear:
not to satisfy all the people
that'll pass by and read
although i shouldn't care
its my life anyway,
but the world's really brave
strong enough to make
a person break
sometimes i blame myself
why the hell did i not
try reading all those books
in my sister's shelves
why was i not interested
about the evolution of man
and the first ever book
written in the world
why did i spent
so much of my time
with my high-school boyfriend
and with my friends
i cannot blame anyone else
neither can i go back
and turn the pages
of all the books in the shelves
time really is precious
even more precious than gold
it cannot be replaced
nor can be rewinded
the choice is to value,
as if it was your first time
to encounter things
that is different and new
a choice to accept
and learn from the past
over and over again
how important life is
the only hope that i have
is the chance of change,
master the art
by falling in love with it
today, people will hate
every single work that i do
some will judge the words
that i used
but as i continue to
be relieved, because i chose
to write the words and
not to spill
i think i'll see
my long lost friend,
that rainbow in the sky
which i cannot also blame.
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