I am free.
Sometimes I need to remind myself that I am indeed free.
Maybe remembering could sometimes be difficult when you didn’t ask for it.
But then again, why be sad about it? Really?
I am free.
My hours are mine.
I own the sea.
I am free.
There’s nothing to pity.
I define liberty.
I am free.
Nobody can take that away from me.
Not unless I want to then just let me be.
Sometimes I want to but most couldn’t see.
Step after step I pause
Thinking lift after lift
You should be beside me as I cross
I often thought of these things as part of our clause
Not a single plan that came across without you in my mind
For all the things I wish, you have aways been considered
And even with the last stroke of my wishing wand, I would give it up
You mean that much
And all the while I thought there’s nothing like our bond.
But step after step
You take a sideway glance
You are silently taking a path
Far away from where I stand
Creating plans after plans
As you march with a different band
Quietly seeking for things away
As you silently let go of my hand
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone...
A good old favorite
And now I revisit and be reminded, indeed this journey is all my own.
There’s that bittersweet taste of going back home.
Of leaving and coming back.
I made a decision that most people will find odd.
A faulty step that needs a quick reroute.
Watch out! Watch out! they all seem to scream.
But who cares? I also have dreams.
A revisit I must say.
This home is my fortress.
This home, that made me cry and tried my patience is the same home that cradled me when nobody wanted to see my best.
This home made me feel alive even when there’s no one to confide.
In this solitary walk I found this place as my perfect cup of comfort.
When no friends, family or enemy would understand, this home held my hand.
Staying in never made me feel like I am just an ordinary guest.
And who knows but this may be just a temporary rest?
And no you won’t hear me defend my choices.
Nobody, no one in the past knew my worsts while I opted for a personal conquest.
Not a single soul was bothered when I cried in pain.
Nobody knew my shame.
So now that I made a choice to rekindle an old flame, let it be known that only I can play my own blame game.
I have a very good problem on hand.
I don’t even have to resolve it tonight.
But I am a “I-won’t-sleep-unless-I-have-the-answer” kind.
My hours had been taken over by thoughts.
My thoughts had been taken over by some ghost.
A ghost of a past that haunts.
Again, I don’t need answers tonight.
But maybe by sharing this I can find my own flight.
Or maybe I will wake up with that familiar light.
My heart revolts
As my mind quietly screams “stop being unfair”
Stop being unfair to me, to us who believe that there is more to life than romance or destiny
I am not saying I don’t need one
But I won’t go for your rule ‘that it’s better than none’
Stop filling my cup
Stop paving the road for me
Let me find my own route
I will get there without a doubt
Let me write my own story
I am telling you, I am happy with ‘me’
I don’t see the need to hurry
Let me fulfill the life made for me – in my own terms
Let me finish my lines
Let me face my own agony
It pains me to think that you only see me in half
Stop thinking only because I am on my own, I don’t have enough.
There is something about silence that we need to learn
The quiet way of appreciating life, people and ideas
The kind that you just show but never mentioned
The one that does not require confirmation
Consistent and kind
The type you keep inside your peaceful mind
Where love flows freely
Where love reaches the sky
Where one is loved
Yet the same solace where love can also fly