They used to like me because I was somebody
A person with 90 plus grade
A person who can give some problem an aid
I finish the first and second race being at stage
I soared with colors during those days
I made them expect for my third raceThey think I'am the best
And I thought so too
And then I found out the truth
I used to fly and thought I was not going down
I used to fly and missed out the best thing what belows me offer
I used to fly but still missing something and that's what shoot me down-i used to fly and I grew tired of it
BINABASA MO ANG
Anthology of Disturbing Thoughts
PoetryJust random things I stumble upon either by sleep or being wide awake.