Cave Lover

Quietly I lay, within this quiet cave,

Silent sounds purr softly sowing calmness all around,

Restless Singapore sleeps, While people buy and sell in Singapore streets,

Chaotic noises far away, seep in through cracks, are kept at bay,

Little people come and go, the ceaseless tramp of a million feet,

Tread softly, spreading heavy air, moist and thick, like it's been whipped,

Life's ceaseless repetitious beat, marching peoples sweaty feet,

No time to still the marching creep, silence invaded goes scampering deep,

Silence found deep in the ground, here in my cave I lie unscathed.


By the Cave Lover.

26th August 2005


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