Manila in Motion

By Isabel Laguitan
I took a train ride off to Manila
Reminiscing from its old,
To modern era;
Lights were zipped past the windows,
Gone were the meadows.
Amazing how velocity swallows me,
Making my existence
Apparent even to me.
From stations of displacement,
How come I feel confinement?
As if Im not leaving;
I am not leaving
Will not be leaving.
In my being, stands its legacy
The melting pot of modernity
And history.
I wonder if its whats called Inertia
Or me having nostalgia
Resisting the state of motion;
The State in motion.
Im standing locomotive,
Stagnant
The train is driving innovative.
Brilliant
The advancement of structures,
Are foreign to my scriptures.
Manilas momentum:
The Mass in motion.
And it doesnt seem so out of place
For in my mind,
I am fighting a race.
Then Ive realized,
It is Manila whos moving
Moving forward.
Dragging me inside.