Tardy

Late,
I travel one and a half hour just to get to school.
Circumstance I suppose,
led me here.
Its quite hard to cope up with everyone, yet
nobody really cares anyway.
Although they try,
but it shows . . .
they dont care a bit.
This is my realization for the moment.

The world is round. . . "Bilog ang mundo"

I'm stuck here in Luzon . . . imprisoned by fate.
What mystery lies beyond the expanse of Manila Bay,
every morning when I go to school.
How can such glistening waters instill within me, a sense of fear
and anxiety, like religion does?
This routine is wasting my time,
and yet, burns my appetite for adventure.

I'll consider this as an achievement.
to be a blogger,
of some sort. . . .