there will be so much
ruin, if i change,
there is no need
or if there be i do
not wish that this
too can ruin you
let the days pass
like routine
old buses, worn out
cabs, rusty jeepneys
same parks, dusty roads,
littered seas,
watch capsized boats
easy-rides turning turtles
chaos is fun,
disorder is order
the menu for the day is
always always
expect some stars tonight
hope for the full moon
you see, it is a matter of
seeing, and what matters is
the moment feeling feeling
this always as always
this sense of forever
that we sense we know
shall come and take us
like passing days
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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