I stare up at the sky,
Notwithstanding what seems like an empty world,
With so little to digest,
Hold and cling on to,
Yet nothing captivating is on sight,
To my dismay I lament,
Hope crushing as reality dawns,
All feeble as the last hint,
To curve a smile upon my wannabe-wrinkled face,
Scatters to pieces,
In a daze I search for an escape,
To circumnavigate what feels like an eternity,
Shanghai and perhaps alter my destiny,
If only it wasn't a mere wish,
For my own weight is hard to contain,
Knees shaky,
Losing their old energetic peculiarity.
And as I crush down,
It dawns on me that perhaps a good fall,
Is all I need,
To realize where I stand,
A thought I greatly savour.
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