Twenty-Ten

Who,
Knows the workings of time
Whose fixed gears stop
Not for anyone,
You or I.
What,
Lies ahead is a mystery
We bring but memories
That tie us to the past
Yet urge us to the future.
When,
We ask when, when, when
We will be born
We will pass
We will be reborn.
Where,
Is the path that
Leads through the reverie
The daze, the stupor
The path that leads to life?
How
The most important question.
Frankly,
I don’t know.
I do know,
I can.
2010.

*The author would like to thank Ms. Paula Tayo for a line she wrote that inspired this poem.

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  1. Happy new year! Ulit. 😀

    Btw, nabasa ko na yung pinapabasa mo na blog. Though I’ve yet to read the comments completely. Ang hahaba eh. First of all, I don’t really get it. You’d have to explain it to me again or go through it with me. Na-gegets ko yung ibang parts dahil sa mga nakwento mo na, but I still feel confused. As I’ve come to know the writer (from your stories), it’s the usual drama and OA-ness. However, I will reserve further comments until I better understand it.

    Cheers. 🙂

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