Its 3 am.
I stroll; like i always do.
The ports in the South-
like the City that never sleeps.
The gentle breeze crawls up my legs
and twirl around my arms.
Tingling, like Peppermint.
Silhouettes-
flash by contours of my eyes.
Do the People not go away yet?
Oh! and I remember Im near the coasts.
flickering lights from the Ports
containers move, like sentosa's monorails.
1 level up,
I spot a road leading through the Port.
Its magnificient.
could the night linger
on and on and on
and People never went away.
Must I stay up only till then;
to witness this Solitary Beauty?
Why, am I the only to see?
the City never sleeps,
just that the people go away...
I can live my World
like this.