The longer time I stay here,
All the more I become far away from my friends
This real toxic work cushioned me in a wall that my eyes are the only organs that could witness
Those horrendous things happening to me
People are slowly drifting away or falling from my hands
I don’t want my irreplaceable gems
Morphed like pebbles and sands
Please…don’t leave my side
Tireless worker, I am, pounding 15 hours a day
Puffing from cigar an angry gesture in the air
All I want now is my friend’s presence
What my work have done is to build walls of separation
I want to take hold of my decision
That I will be in a place where my talents are in full use
But clear reasons not to stay abound my way
A work with no play-mates is morbid
Should I take the move to jump out of the ship?
Or simply let things the way they were
‘Coz I will learn how to be used to it
But no please no, I don’t want to drag myself just to do work
I am Christopher and I am me
I am searching for a place where I could best be me
Would this be the company near the onomatopoeic MRT
Or it’s just under the mango tree with Matell, Jaime and me
1 comments:
Ei, im just curious, why did you use that photo to accompany this post? Anyway, your post reveals much of yourself. Mango tree? I'd prefer along the air strip here in ecija, overlooking a vast ricefield. =)
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