what about the city
where traffic is like jam on your bread
where Pb is like daily detergent to your lung
where flood is deluging tide
where emission is like cigars to smoke addict
where sun beam hardly contact the ground
where sun rays diffused by pitching black clouds
where glowing city light hid stars behind
where noice cancelling headsets assuage the surrounding trafic clamor

what about the city
like an affair. not for good but can’t let go
like drug. addictive. but still no good.
like gold cage. stuck in glimmering light.

where all, I mean A L L , make sense.

the traffic jam, the pollution,
the flood, the pollution again, the noise,
all, now makes.... sense.

#$#@!!

Sense...never recall such sense...or have i became senseless...as make sense as it sense.

Oh how I can’t keep bragging...It’s just that we don’t really have choice, do we. What’s with the centralization. Construction, public ones on busway, monorail, flood gateway,

what about them?
if they’re not making traffic cramped up, it would surely make a city more worth to live in, wouldn’t they?

*been now almost a year living in this dreadful city i cannot escape from....

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