One Eve at Esplanade

Mounted on many escalators
And neon lamps
And gleaming adboards
I cruised to a theater on the bay
And they named it esplanade

I could see my species
Glued to the lights
Popcorn music, Sounds,
Blood of sweat,
Color of flesh and
Minimal art

We all stood like
Pony and puppets
And whispered love life
They are seemed to me
Closed door compartments
So do I perhaps to them
And hence they ended the show