here is a voice not once listened to,
here are the eyes not once been opened,
here is the hand forced not to do,
here is the mind not much enlightened.

amidst all the growing expectations
here is the one not supposed to falter.
in the middle of everyone’s anticipation
here is the one believed that could conquer.

and yet who is this that is believed
but possesses a total lack of confidence?
who is this one supposed to succeed
but grapples endlessly with ambivalence?

who knows that behind that cold exterior
lies hidden the weak, passive and unassuming?
who knows that in order to please i surrender
before failure renders me barely breathing?

here is the voice not once listened to,
clamoring to be heard, seeking the good.
here is the face without the cold bravado
open, unmasked, hoping to be understood.

to the co-conspirator, the techie guru, the guitar tutor, the PEx partner-in-crime…
to the one who scared the wits out of me while driving in UP @ 2 in the morning…
to my best bud…
to the big bro i never had…
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haberday kuya marc dude! gimmick tayo soon. :)