Enter the roaring congestion of Man and their floundering intricacies.

Songs of which the High Man sang,
The walk of life down which He preached.

Whims of days that flew us by –
Trying as it may be,
We cast a tribute of hope.

The pilot was all but ready to take flight,
Into the Picasso-esque Melbourne skies.
Of avocados squeezed and ghastly Goya,
The Romance of Simghurd fantasised.

Monday night found us alone,
Candles lit, them pulled out wits.
O’ sweet sweet rose,
That synonym for Love.
Ay, ring the bell ! Ring the taco bell !

In a war of thoughts, action is kryptonite.
For want not of, them diamond rings shimmered through the night.
The instruments that wrought the wind,
Reserved a place, a welcome gift.

Seeping right into me core – My soul, and yours.
Unalloyed, unadulterated,
That sterling purity.

Ladies and Gentlemen please rise.
May’t please, your Highness sit.

Hear now. Might that be the changing of the guard?

Alexander Shao-Rong Pang

Meaning within: A crisp personal account of an action-packed 2022.