The curtain call,
the final cut.
Scripts let go and costume's off.
The bow.
Led to another,
freed.

Am I now allowed to say,
"I'd always wanted to..
From the moment I saw you."

Now the Notes to Self sings,
The Lost Boy who's now Golden,
After traversing the Highway of Fallen Kings
Yells "Please Don't Find Me" no more.

Uncuffed and of no Shame,
The Wild Things Took You To Church knowing
that It Will Come Back.

Every Walk That I've Ever Taken Has Been In Your Direction.

Knowing that Every Teardrop is a Waterfall,
The Wolves Without Teeth,
Finally, 42.

This is how we change the rythm of the world.
No more good, no more bad
Just a more vivid honesty.

Had they known you'll rush back
at once, would've it changed
something?

Ofcourse.
Everything alters everything.
Try not to fake the now.
Stream of unknowns;
Running constantly.

Seemingly zero direction yet towards all Destinations.

Kala mo wala na.
Nakatingin na sa iba.
Tapos,
Kakalingon,
may nakita,
may narinig,
naamoy, nalasahan,
Naramdaman.
puting van,
The Man Who Can't Be Moved,
ulan, fries,
Yun.
Ulit.

Fear the day fear leaves you,
'Cause when that day comes,
You know you're saved.
A wise man once told me,
"Child, be your own fear."
Now, it made sense,
'Cause that hermit who whispered,
Was a voice from within.

To type or not to type?
I don't really care.
Pretty think I'm stuck.
Just a little varied now.

It is a clear sight,
Of the truth and dares,
By any luck,
Treating this a competition, how?

This is the first, oh yeah.
I got to change the role.
From this to that,
How tables turned.

Fan it a million, baby,
But we both know,
To the cup,
The ice I own.

When a Philosopher thinks,
He does not only think.
No overthinking either,
'Cause that is an impossibility for a King.

He reaches depths of desire and trenches of tranquility;
peaks of pessimism and heights of hallucinations.

He remembers his childhood, and the years that has passed after that.
He remembers today.
He remembers tomorrow.

When a Philosopher thinks,
Only two things can happen,
Like the yin and the yang,
He either lives to die,
Or dies to learn how to live.

There's something about this rain.

There's water.
Not any other water.

They come from homes,
rooms, streets, anywhere.

This is what I need for the solitude;
For a man still burning like a church on fire.