The maximum city with little words; worlds.

The ‘beeping’ city rises to a quiet sea,

With the mighty ship floating in the clouds.

The city celebrates it's physique,

And blooms to the 'beeps'.

The moon hides;

For the sun to kiss the go-getters.

The wide screen; a confidant,

Speaks to the minimalistic country,

As the aroma of lemon grass;

Dissolves in the bustling aspirations.

The warps and wefts,

Speak for the dreamer;

The go-getter.

Chic prints flaunt their way,

In the conditioned commute.

The minimalistic city;

Celebrates its physique yet again.

The aroma of lemon grass,

The brewing coffee,

And the draft beer,

Compliments the weathered corridors;

Running with the go-getters.

The ship still floating in the clouds;

And the streets full of themselves.

Why this maximum city with little words,

Has so many words and worlds?

Singapore 2014