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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

MINSAN
By Eraserheads

Minsan sa may Kalayaan tayo'y nagkatagpuan
May mga sariling gimik at kaya-kanyang hangad sa buhay
Ma ilalim ng iisang bubong
Mga sekretong ibinubulong
Kahit na anong mangyari
Kahit na saan ka man patungo

Ngunit ngayon kay bilis maglaho ng kahapon
Sana'y huwag kalimutan ang ating mga pinagsamahan
At kung sakaling gipitin ay laging iisipin
Na minsan tayo ay naging
Tunay na magkaibigan

Minsan ay parang wala nang bukas sa buhay natin
Inuman sa magdamag na para bang tayo'y mauubusan
Sa ilalim ng bilog na buwan
Mga tiyan nati'y walang laman
Ngunit kahit na walang pera
Ang bawat gabi'y anong saya

Minsan ay hindi ko na alam ang nangyayari
Kahit na anong gawin
Lahat ng bagay ay merong hangganan
Dahil ngayon tayo ay nilimot ng kahapon
Di na mapipilitang buhayin ang ating pinagsamahan
Ngunit kung sakaling mapadaan baka
Ikaw ay aking tawagan
Dahil minsan tayo ay naging
Tunay na magkaibigan

 

There was a time when our lives were intertwined, when we thought the world was against us and we had no one but each other to rely on, when we shared smokes, shared heartaches, shared victories, when we got drunk 'til the wee hours of the morning, when we happily drowned ourselves in inanities, when we scoured the mall like our second homes, when we fearfully AND courageously ventured into the so-called real world, when we laughed like there's no tomorrow, when we spent hours psychoanalysing our lives, when would inflate each others' egos with torrents of outrageous compliments, when we would finish each others' thoughts, when bitched around and couldn't care less who hated our guts because we had each others' backs, when we fantasized about how filthy rich we'll become in the future, when we travelled and explored, when we fought and patched things up, when we simply had a good time together.  But I guess things happen. People change.  We change.  We head towards different directions.  We grow.  And we just don't connect anymore.

The future may see a rebirth of our friendship, or we may just become total strangers in the long run.  I guess I just miss how we were in the old times.  But we are in the now and whatever happens to us, I'd like you to know that it was one helluva ride, my friend.

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