Confused-Shoes

The girl knows but she doesn’t understand

That there are many ways on how to arrive

At my simple destination, the place I have in mind

It is far from resembling heaven

But it is heavenly, nevertheless

I have lived my life so unconcerned with looks

But this time I become obsessive-compulsive

I want to make sure than every detail is covered

And nothing, absolutely nothing, is left to chance.

Diliman could be a happy or sad place,

Depending on which binoculars you wear

The cold or the heat, it is all in the mind

And the lights appear sparingly

But darkness dominates the sky

The place where I reside is not the place where I was born

I am a guest, I do not come from these parts

But here is where I have chosen to live

Try to earn a living and I just want to do it simply

I do not want to make a name for myself.

I bring my girls to Diliman for dates

We take drugs and drink brandy and have sex

And when everything is over Marlboro Lights

Serve as our ever-loyal desert

And I know an awful lot of people who do the same

Friends, as I call them, who indiscriminately fire away

At every living creature, ah, absolutely nothing is spared

From the blast of the radios playing Nelly, P. Diddy and BEP

I get confused hearing them but I get used to it

Easily bringing myself to the confusion, no, this could not be it.

The start of something is such a start

It does not necessitate change but there is change, often

I am lost, I am lost, I could not choose whether to go the right

Or to the south, it does not matter, the world is flat

And square; I believe in many deities that populate the trees and rocks

And I falsely adhere to the worship of technology

It is such a technology, oh, what we have these years

And many signs bring tears to my eyes, my tired eyes

Deprived of shades and sleep I close my eyes, I close my eyes.

I see beyond, I cry out loud for redemption, or perhaps,

If anyone could afford, even just a 5-minute break.