In this meager time today,
by Jeorge Ryan Mangubat
i am predicting tomorrow,
scrutinizing my past.
From this very moment,
i come to realize i am uncontented.
A lot of time i feel lonely and bored,
my life has never better for long time now.
Ridiculous it may sound but i hate what i have
and what i am becoming.
Every day is a dejavu, revamping
scenarios i am sick and tired of this.
i fail to appreciate my own,
or am i just confused?
I am confounded by my owned imbroglio,
lingered by this intricate mind.
How can i mangle this dissatisfaction?
I am falling into disillusion,
Is there a remedy for this exigency?
Or is it only right to play this
imagination and feeling?
Although, i have been guided by these remaining smiles,
but my desire is dominating.
i never have reached the happiest time of life i may have,
but when is it coming?
how long does it take for me to see? ..