Teka.
Nung umuulan, tumayo ka sa may kantong paspasan
Pinapahid ang luha ng nagngangalit na langit
Ang sabi mo may hinihintay ka
Na isasama mong sumugod sa baha.
Nung mataas ang araw, umupo ka sa tabi ng daan
Kinikiliti ang gitarang di mo alam tugtugin
Ang sabi mo, naghahantay ka ng tiyempo
Para sa taong iyong haharanahin
Teka, anong oras nga ba iyon?
Ano bang ginagawa ko noon?
Ihinihimbing ko ba ang bilis
Ng nagdadaang pagkakataon?
Nung dakong liwayway, gumising kang hirap huminga
Tumingin ka sa gilid ng iyong kama
Ang sabi mo, di magtatagal at muli
May hihimlay sa iyong tabi
Nung magdadapit hapon, nakatitig ka sa nagtatagong liwanag
Sinusungkit ang dumadapong dilim
Ang sabi mo, walang mawawala
Kung maghihintay ka sa bagay na di darating
Teka, anong oras nga ba iyon?
Ano bang ginagawa ko noon?
Ihinihimbing ko ba ang bilis
Ng nagdadaang panahon?
About Me
- Jing
- i am dull. i laugh at my own jokes. i have insatiable insecurities toward almost everybody for having almost everything. yes, dude, insecurity. that’s one of the few things i have. i feed on self conceit. i fear almost everything. i try hard. i have this impulse that stops me from using my brain (if i really have one) properly. i am unreasonably kind. i easily give trust, yes, even to strangers. i love to start sentences with pronouns, especially on a first person basis. i am a horrible writer. i suck at making criticisms. i cannot even polish my grammar. my memory of the significant past is constantly deteriorating. the parcel of intellect that i have left is continuously diminishing. i’m sorry, i’m plain negative. i need a psychologist. i think i’m paranoid. there are weird voices in my head. i’m always famished. my thoughts are unorganized. i write too slowly. my penmanship is horrible. i suck at computer games.as always there’s a “but” at the middle of it all. i’d rather not specify what follows.
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