Balcony

Towards the moon, alongside the sun,

I tread on water, fused with the land.

Amongst the raid, I take the lead.

Crossing the bridge, which seems not far,

I witness destruction, yearning to create.

Thursday, May 30/ 2013

I was walking west at 8am in the Southern Hemisphere on wet sidewalks. At a steady speed I pass dozens of cars caught in traffic. I skipped catching the bus and crossed the bridge which leads to my destination. I saw a building get torn down so that a new one can form.

And here's a little something I saw along the way.

Have fun. Win big.