A World Outside My Chair

Out of my boredom during my Philippine Literature class, I was able to make a poem.

I am seated on my chair but my mind flounders.

A lot of thoughts run in my mind;

Moro and warriors have no room on it.

I want to fly and stop the tick of the clock.

I want to view things beyond their perspective.

I want to catch the wind and play with the rainbow.

I wonder how the water becomes a loud.

I wonder how a sprout becomes a tree.

Can I see how it all happened?

I want to to be free and enjoy my liberty.

I am created for a special purpose.

I have a specific role to play with.

Yet here am I, confined in a space.

While being forced to listen at epics.

Epics that they say reflect our identity.

History supports that it is a cultural validation.

But for me, these are just hearsay.

That was elaborated and elevated as a language.

Can I let my mind travel beyond what I see?

These are all meaningless... A chasing after the wind.