THE ILLUSIONIST

By: Jovin L. Tuazon

Here I am again
In this foolish room…
Nothing to do
But thinking of you.

You might not see it,
Not because you’re blind
But..
I just didn’t show it.

I am…
I’m blind
I lack common sense
I knew it
But, I insisted not.

You’re out of my reach,
Too far…
You leave me behind
Just like a star
And I, an earthworm

I’m a feet under the ground
Searching for the sky
And hardly pushing up myself
Towards your direction,
Thinking for the aim
Even longing to see you
But I am so small
People even hardly notice me…
Imagine?
How can you see me
If you only see the world?

It’s shape, color and movement.
While here I am…
Crawling, eating mud…
Living in this cruel world!

Senseless and ambitious as I am,
For what I say never mean
Anything to you,
But you are so far…
For I never admit reality

But…

I have to move on,
To continue dreaming…
To crawl fast and persevere,
To let my silly self float in the air!

‘coz someday…

I will meet you in the atmosphere
Hold you to stay
When you fall
I hope someday!
Who knows?
Nobody..