THE 8 O'CLOCK HABIT

THE 8 O'CLOCK HABIT                                          
i wrote this poem when i was reviewing in Manila for the CPA Board Exam.
yes, it was my habit before, during, and after reviewing. (lol)
kinda missing it.
MJP is his intials.

Never in my life i woke up early for a man, worst a stranger.

Never in my 21 years of existence did i think of a man just to be with forever.

I've never seen a man in my dream whom I have a crush on.

It is just this lad that stops the NEVER part of my monotonous life.

It is this man in black that forced me to do a 360-degree turn of my habit -

the 8 O'clock habit.

When the hands of the greatest historian strikes at 8,

i run to the canteen just to see his soulful eyes and amicable face.

While waiting, he lingers into my corrupted mind

that needs anitivirus to work just like Einstein's.

I patiently and passionately waited,

but then i haven't seen even his silhouette.

Anyway this feeling is unwarranted,

so I have nothing to expect. Nothing. None.

A memoir of his shadow will suffice

'cause the man in black is worth reminiscing.