Sometimes I just sit in the bus and stare into space
my eyes are glazed
perhaps my face looks dazed.
But it's a different world within my mind.
The me in my mind is doing handstands
with the feet holding onto the handguards firmly
the me in my mind is doing
splits on bedframes
and somersaulting
over duffel bags
placed neatly on the floor
like speed regulating strips
on the strips of Singapore.
