Back To Square One

hai.. is life never perfect.. or do i expect too much perfection..
silently my little angel grew up..
little angel is no more..
how i wish sometimes u will always be the little gal in the photo..
a quiet and demure gal whom i can't stop being nice to..
a little damsel in distress who drives me nuts..
where are u little angel.. where are u...

why do i expect u to remain who u are forever?...
have i not changed.. have i not grown mature..
so as i have grown up.. so have u..
aah.. suddenly i don't feel special anymore..
suddenly i don't feel like calling u by your full name..
suddenly u seem like just another gal i'm nice too..
it's not u.. it's me..
i'm living in my own crazy fantasy world of little gals and MCPs..

after tonight's sad and slow drinking session..
i finally got to know the real side of one friend..
boy did he not knock me out..
maybe dream gal and pot of rice is really meant to be together..
God.. they seem so made for each other huh..
maybe it's what you have planned for them..
can i know who is my happiness..
can u give me some clues to where my life is heading?..
i promise you i will start giving more to the church..
i promise you i will start believing more in you..
to have more faith.. and to rely more on the guy above..
not too much.. but i'm going to start praying more seriously..
to give more thanks to you for such a blessed life..
to say grace for the things you have bestowed upon me..
i thank you.. Father..
show me the way...

*amen...