maitim na ulap sa langit
di nila ito pinapansin
ngiti sa akin ang hinahatid
lilikha na naman ng awit
kung saan-saan
kung saan-saan ako nakarating
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....