The Long Walk
When just about everything is bringing you down, when you wanna burst out of your shell, when you wanna fall apart, break down, sulk, throw a tantrum, throw a fit, when damn, it's really not your day, when the roads just won't meet, when the cat's got your tongue, and you're thrusted in the spotlight, and you fail to do your thing, when you wish you were away from it all - from responsibility and the road that is life... you take a long walk.
Through the trees, and gravel that press against your feet, through the people engaged in their own little worlds, through the lovers that walk about, through the bustling halls of building to building, through familiar faces great and small, through merry friends that laugh about, through teachers struggling with their paper work, through the breeze that interrupts the hot air, through the falling leaf, and the miniscule shade that, for a second, it brought - you take a very long walk.
and you're head starts to clear - and routine becomes robust - where emotion intertwines and the beautiful mind prevails - where you think with your mind, instead of thinking with your heart - and with lapse of each tired eye's blink from a hard day's walk, the walk suddenly becomes well worth it.
it's what wise men call - a colloquy.
Happy Birthday Viba Hat Beb! From our crench to pringles and her inflatable bench, eighteen beautiful years have gone by - and it only gets more beautiful now that all the world's a stage. Lov ya Aish! Ilibre mo naman kami ni Pacino :D flez...
Through the trees, and gravel that press against your feet, through the people engaged in their own little worlds, through the lovers that walk about, through the bustling halls of building to building, through familiar faces great and small, through merry friends that laugh about, through teachers struggling with their paper work, through the breeze that interrupts the hot air, through the falling leaf, and the miniscule shade that, for a second, it brought - you take a very long walk.
and you're head starts to clear - and routine becomes robust - where emotion intertwines and the beautiful mind prevails - where you think with your mind, instead of thinking with your heart - and with lapse of each tired eye's blink from a hard day's walk, the walk suddenly becomes well worth it.
it's what wise men call - a colloquy.
Happy Birthday Viba Hat Beb! From our crench to pringles and her inflatable bench, eighteen beautiful years have gone by - and it only gets more beautiful now that all the world's a stage. Lov ya Aish! Ilibre mo naman kami ni Pacino :D flez...