Ano…
“Ano ang pakay mo dito sa mundo?”
Iyan ang unang tanong niya sa akin.
Naniniwala ako na ako ay nandito upang mabuhay,
Upang sa mundong ito ay magbigay ng sariling kulay.
Ngunit hindi ko alam ang rason kung bakit
Ako dito sa lupa ay ibinaba ng langit.

Sino…
“Sa iyong palagay, sino ka?
Sino ka upang mabuhay nang kasama sila?”
Hindi ko alam kung sino ako sa mundong aking kinabibilangan.
Ang tanging alam ko lang ay ang aking pangalan.
Ngunit ako ay may karapatan
Na maging tao dito sa mundong aking ginagalawan.

Bakit…
“Bakit ka umiiyak?
Tila mababaw ang iyong luha, sabi mo ay malakas ka.”
Tama ka, siguro ako nga ay mahina.
Huwag kang mag-alala, ang ulan ay titila.
Itinatanong mo kung bakit mga luha ay pumapatak.
Minsan, ang langit din naman ay umiiyak.

Saan…
“Saan ka tutungo?
Kahit saan ka magpunta, ang lupa ay guguho.”
Hindi ko alam ang mga tatahakin na daan.
Nais ko lamang na makahanap ng tahanan,
Tahanan na gigising sa aking puso’t isipan.
Alam mo ba kung saan iyon matatagpuan?

Kailan…
“Kailan ka ba magigising?
Dahil minsan, daig mo pa ang isang lasing.”
Gising ako at mulat ang aking mga mata,
Pagod na pagod na akong maging bulag pa.
Pinapatulog tayo ng mundo sa pamamagitan ng mga kanta,
Mga kantang may lason upang hindi na magising pa.

Paano…
“Paano mo gagawin ang lahat ng iyon,
Kung pati ang iyong sarili ay hindi sumasang-ayon?”
Gagawin ko dahil kaya ko; susunod sa mga aral,
Gagawin ko dahil kaya ko;  basta kasama ko ang Maykapal.
At sa aking huling sasabihin, ako ay aamin:
Ang aking kausap ay ang tao sa salamin.

I'd love to have an adventure
To different worlds where my heart can fly
To different worlds where my heart desires
And will be remembered until I die.

I'd love to have an adventure
Along with my precious pen
And write down all the things I've witnessed
And read it all again.

I'd love to have an adventure
Through the darkest part of the forest
And meet the greatest beasts
And see who is the toughest.

I'd love to have an adventure
Through the deepest part of the sea
Where a place I can find peace
As if there is no living creature but me.

I'd love to have an adventure
Where mysterious mountains hide secrets
Then I'll climb to its toppest part
By ignoring the chirping crickets.

I'd love to have an adventure
Where I can be my fullest self
Together with my loved ones
And finish the books on the shelf.

I'd love to have an adventure
With my eyes that is sharper than knife
I'll face my battles, brave and humble
Until I get to the Everlasting Life

I was blind but now
I do finally can see
God-given good hearts

Dreams...
Whether
You lie asleep with a lullaby,
Or fully awake beside the lake,
One thing is for sure;
Those treasures, oh so pure.
I will tell thee what I see;
With these eyes that belongs to me:
When you look at paintings  
   wholly,
You must have seen how it is painted perfectly.
But when you look at it very closely,
Can you see those sophisticated details so tiny?
Well, likewise my dreams,
What a beauty to see,
But look at it very closely.
Such hard work must apply,
Do not ask me why...

What is it like to be a mime?
Is it fun? Boring? Or a waste of Time?
Everything is black and white, you see.
Looking so funny, doing whatever silently.

Hey, human zebra! Do you dare?
To speak a single word, as if you care.
You're pretending to have invisible stuffs
To perform a tricky, wacky, hilarious bluffs.

To many, he seemed terribly weird.
As weird as a cow who got a beard.
But he makes "Happiness in Silence"
You just got to have a little bit of patience
But then, before my final rhyme,
What is it like to be a mime?

And now I wander
In the middle of the rain
To seek some sunshines

As the night creeps in under the stars,
There she goes sleeping with scars.
While she sleeps, the wind came slowly,
Brushed her cheeks and took her sanity.
And in her dream there stands a Man.
They danced all night; then it all began...

She is a rose
Hidden, protected, and fragile
I'll tell you what I know about her, so listen for a while.
This rose that I speak of likes to be all by herself.
You can always see her reading all the books on the shelf.
Feeling like the darkest shade of blue,
Yet you can still see her showing a genuine smile at you.
I wonder if she knows that she is loved,
Most especially by the Almighty God above.
I wonder if she knows that she is enough,
I can see that she is strong when life is tough.
Then this Man came and told her what she needs to know,
"My child, My rose, you are a flower that needs to grow."

I picked the *** to
Pour the plenty pineapples
Gave by Pea Porter