Every shuttle bus trip to Ngee Ann seems monotonous with Mervyn around,
The sixty minutes ride is always wasted when we dose off in succession,

Today was a totally different experience,
The girl who never fails to steal my consciousness,
Was there waiting again,

Despite the gorgeous and attractive girls and guys in the shuttle bus,
Who could makes any gays turn straight and vice versa,
Mervyn needs to take the shuttle bus more often,

She stole my thoughts,
She stole my vision,
She stole my dream,
And it’s a reality

She could never be described as gorgeous or attractive,
She’s just another simple looking girl.
Clad in a deep pink polo tee with a black Zinc bag on her back,
Such simplicity and innocence face,

It’s the simple things in life that we forgets

Perhaps the irony of it is that we would spend sixty minutes seated next to each other,
And not asking each other their names.
Or strike a conversation

Perhaps the perfect irony is that there is more under the sea.