Where do we go?

It started with a desire
A desire for some fresh air
Emotions locked inside a prisoners heart
Longing to be heard, longing to be free

Then suddenly you came, a stranger's voice
Speaking hundreds or thousand or million of words
Resounding so loud, i cant help but be drawn
To her witty intensity that make me long for more

The desire then led my hands to go see
Making letter that serves as a key
Key to freedom, fresh air i for so long seek
Becoming reality and now just within reach

Excitement overcame my prisons door
To keep at bay is something i cannot be
I dare to come and draw more closer
To know her more, to hear her voice

Now shes no longer a picture
Shes no longer words that drawned me close
With voice, now shes more closer
To me, stranger shes no more

But where would this really end
I dont know, and so does she
Where do we go? Do i care?
I really dont, as long as shes there.


hmmm sabi ko na nga ba dumarami ang mga makata sa mundo ha,ha sinulat nga pala ito ng isa sa masugid na taga subaybay ng blog ko. Saan nga ba tayo patungo?! Que sera, sera... whatever will be will be the future not ours to see que sera, sera... napapakanta tuloy ako ah!