The Scene Outside Your Room

Humid, hazy weather clouds the gaps

between HDB blocks.

Cars thunder through your bedroom;

COE shakes sleeping passengers in MRT awake.

You think that the sun is a little bright today, 

Medicine clatters in empty wallets.

If you see the river outside, it moves

Precious, the tap that lives

So you wonder,

 

Ah, I want to be as water too.