Poem

THE MOTION OF THOUGHTS
(poem composed by Anselmo Malugao)


Things invisible inhabited the land here
and the land over there, and in everywhere
whoever never never care, if they are here or they are there
they never will know, when they are here and they are there.

Streams of wavy things penetrates everything
flowing like wind, here there and in everywhere
intangible, but perceived by the mind
they roam around, seldom care where they are.

Asking so many questions along the way
what is this, what is that
could it be this, and could it be that.

Oh! Sometimes, I want them to stop
lest they would uncover the rotten track.