My own rhythm

I didn’t expect to see an open area dancing ground for public in Singapore, not as grand as celebrations, but enough to stimulate my excitement. Tens of people moving and turning in steps, with momentum and energy was so pleasing to the sight. Each of them seemed too carefree for me to envy, so much youths in their ages and so much fun with their cheers.

I’ve unlimited work and dreams to fight for, so heavily packed and distorted each day. But one day I’d escape and dance to my rhythm, where I hear nothing from others, no criticise, no forging, just simply my footsteps.

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