gazing intently, trying to understand,
making no headway nor any true progress,
trying to understand castles made from sand,
while trying to win in a hopeless contest.

torn between despair and lust for survival,
torn between sanity and utter madness,
convinced that what matters are sometimes trivial,
and that there is reason behind foolishness.

are we living in a world that has gone mad,
a world obstructed by smeared colours and hue,
making the life we know, the worst we ever had,
making it hard to tell lies from what is true.

there may be justice for those who seek for it,
hope, life and knowledge for those who truly yearn,
but what use are they if one can't comprehend it,
what use are they if in the end one gets burned?

wouldn't it be funny when one opens his eyes,
to greet the day as it peeps through the window,
that what we see are just exaggerated lies,
and the world is nothing more that a shadow.

intramuros