I’m on the run, chasing the time
To hold close and turn it around
I came from a place called nowhere
And there’s no one who knew me there
The time that I’m running after
Seems so far that I barely see
Maybe the chance for me is dim
But I’m looking for hope to beam
They say that it’s too late for me
But I care not to their judgment
For they are all just mere critics
Who would strike with their non-sense speaks
I will run, run and chase the time
To wherever it goes and stays
And when I have it in my hand
Then I’ll return to nowhere land
I will return and tell them all
Of the story and what I did
And those in doubts I will persuade
That chasing time should not be feared
(07/25/2013, Manila)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem