Fever Rides
There's nothing like pressing your head against the mrt windows,
breathing hard as the train screeches hard and just watching yourself speed by
And when the ride is over, I thought to myself
it's no one's fault that our life does slowly fade
and when the time is right, I dash out, head held high,
with so much determination to find myself a better life that my eyes twinkle.
(Although everyone else in Ang Mo Kio probably assumes
I'm just under the same kan chiong spell as them)
I hate to be rushed, and I'd love to wait for you but
...you only live once.