on the lrt, he stood out
like a quiet moth
against social butterflies.
wearing
an oversized security guard uniform,
a funny-looking hat,
a slightly faded backpack,
a pair of dusty black loafs and
a sullen expression,
his clumsy hands
held onto the railing as
his frail body
swayed along with the movement of the train.
yet
this dispirited man,
confused or drowning or lost or stuck
in his own world,
still managed to keep his balance
no matter how abruptly the lrt stops.
i wonder what kept him going.
3.08pm
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i love people-watching, especially on public transports.