Tonight I am drunk in my freedom
and no, I have not savored any beer, *****, or ***
It’s just that tonight I am drunk in my freedom
and you are the reason why these feelings have come

It's been a while since I've been this way
me catching phrases for them to stay
For words in me are like rain today
continuously and furiously pouring ‘til the end of the day

You have awakened something in me
and tonight, I am setting it free
So please let me turn you into words I’d write
Because I am drunk in my freedom tonight

This is the first night I’ve been drunk in freedom
And maybe the next one will never come
So while I'm still drunk, let me tell you that I do like you…
‘cause when I'm sober, I might even pretend that I don't notice you.

If this be
my last poem for you
or the words we'll share between us two
maybe my last gift for you
Then let it be...

If this be
the last stare I can give you
the last smile I can show you
the last moments I will spend with you
Then let it be...

If this is what is destined
then let it be
But I know deep inside me
I really wish that it won't be.

Halika na, tara na
Hayan at giniginaw ka na
Nanginginig ang katawan
Habang ang mata'y pilit pinupunasan

Halika na, tara na
Hindi mo na kailangang itago pa
Pait na nadarama
Kay tagal nang binaon sa alaala
'Di na rin kasi kayang itago ng ulan
Bawat luhang naglalaglagan

Kaya't halika na, tara na
Sa aking payong, ikaw ay sumilong na
Hayaan mo na ang nakaraan
Sabay na lang nating bagtasin ang kasalukuyan.

Someday someone will hear your plea
That under the facade of silence, there were silent screams

Someday someone will witness what happens in the dark space between blinks,
and in the void between your labored breaths

Someday someone will figure out
The puzzle you've made of yourself...
Will fill in the gaps left by your missing pieces
and will make you feel like you were never incomplete

Someday someone will see your strength
How you struggled, how you strived
How you fell and stood up
How you managed to survive

Someday someone will see you in a perfect light
More than the way you wanted to be seen
Someday someone will find the real you
and I hope that certain someone will be you.

I am the marionette’s puppeteer
Beside her is where I always wanted to be near
I swear I’m willing to offer her my every tear
And to lose her is the only thing that I fear
 
My marionette’s name is Reverie
Sometimes she is just so proud and hardheaded
So I have to control her harshly
I know she always gets me wrong, but still I love her wholeheartedly
 
In our world—the art of puppetry
Where the primary goal is the audience’s gaiety
This love for my one and only Reverie
has no place and is considered unseemly.
 
Sorry if I have left you, my beloved Reverie
For there is no such thing as love in puppetry…
Forgive me for I followed the norms of society
I loved you but if you think I dumped you, then let it be
 
I know I’m a coward for I instead married
a human— a woman with dignity whose name was Valerie…

The hour glass was turned upside down
and my time started to run.
Ladies and gentlemen, please throw away your frown
‘cause my show has just begun.
 
As the lights started to shimmer,
he now uses me as he willed…
My strings are being pulled by his fingers
pulling them harshly, for him to be thrilled.
 
I am his marionette,
and he is my puppeteer…
With him, every inch of my life is set
and I know my happiness will never be sheer.
 
Now that he’s done with me, my show has already ended.
He just dumped me and on the floor is where I unconsciously landed.

“This is where it stops, this is where it begins
Every moment, every day
This is where it stops, this is where it begins...”

It began with a glance at my scope
There blossomed a tinge of hope
That maybe the moon would find a companion
In an astronomer like me

So I tried to get closer ‘til I got weary…
For some nights, it showed its warmth
But most nights were just a blur...

Maybe the moon is destined to be admired from a distance
Or maybe the moon wanted another ‘heavenly' body
Who knows? Who knows?

Here I am troubled by uncertainty
and constantly baffled by the moon’s inconsistency
and I do not want this anymore
Not today, not tonight
So maybe it’s time to pack up my scope
For tonight, I will not be looking up
For tonight, this is where it will all stop.