MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Knight’

morning alleyway
silent feet shuffle
river of grey suits

lights faintly glow
distant smell of coffee
bakery opens the door

city full of ghosts
screen in hand
heading to a desk

morning routine
run on autopilot
eyes half shut

fresh coffee sip
time to regain
consciousness

awareness still
in deep sleep
shrouded in a veil

vision of a bleak future
not enough to sustain
whims of the offsprings

on a hamster wheel
going nowhere far
waiting aimlessly

for the one day
the shiny knight arrives
to slay the dragon…

to win this game
to break out
of the cage

wake up
from the daily
societal dream

crack the code
realize-be
awareness…
the knight