I have everything yet, Feels so empty. I have so much light, Yet it is so dark.

Below the high table where devil smokes, proteas bloom in colourful cloaks. Cultures mingle, many tongues, many songs, At continent’s tip where two seas belong. Penguins march and whales confide, name this city where oceans collide.

I am always above you, And I am often blue. Buildings like to scrape me, And airplanes race across me.

I come from the East, journey to the West. I am the core of my team. Darkness may enshroud me but it won't stop my march. There are cultures surround me, as I am the symbol of hope.

I will make journeys to lands near and far, Though neither a plane nor a ship nor a car. Carry me with you I'm stamped and I'm read, Always I'll have a small a pic of your head.