Apart from a few tourists,
my boots tapping on a Sunday
night tarmac in City Hall
remind me that I am really all alone.

The Raffles Hotel is drawn
with remarkable achitecture
and other shopping centers'
candied lights
course through the streets
blasting the the nation's identity.

But
all the skyhigh buildings that signify our
truimph

are looking down on me
and my mismatched ambitions.

All these bloody signs
of societal progress



but none of human life.