In this silent room
Where I create
Where I travel
Where I retire

I greet silence
With the warmest hug
My fortress is my shield
Pen on paper is my knife

A whistle of the wind
Is all it takes to make me
Be startled and disturbed
As I play the strings on my lap

I explore the whole world
As my earphones be the tour guide
I wrestle , I kick a ball, race and solve puzzles
The work is done by my console and mind

Birds sing, cars honk
I find inspiration, as I step on dung
People hurry through and fro
"Last station, Pasay South", it's time to go

Now I walk, I ride to school
Worker, students, lovers on commute
So is the rapping kid with an envelope
Coins jingle, as the kid rhymes no mute

In school, you have to be creative
Provide unique perspective
As you raise your hand for incentives
"If it doesn't bleed, it doesn't lead"

Pack up, eat, go home
Say hello to your family or your dog
Hit the gyms, go party, hit the screens
Or have a dinner and a kiss with your honey

Meanwhile, I ride back home
Pack up, eat and walk alone
Greet my mom, greet my pops
A high five to sis, a fist pump to bruh

Wash my face, keep my phone on
Listen to music, create some poem
As I travel around the world again
And at last retire, for the day to end

I was called a fool,
By those whom I call ‘friends’
But then I always say,
“You mow, you sow, you grow”

I was frowned upon,
By those whom I call ‘masters’
But then again I always say,
“You mow, you sow, you grow”

I was called a nobody,
By those whom I call ‘everybody’
But then again and again I always say,
“You mow, you sow, you grow”

I was called a nuisance, an alien, a reject, a loser, a coward…
By an angry someone whom I call ‘myself’
But then again, always, and forever, I’ll say,
“You mow, You sow, you grow”