Day 12
Write a poem - me
3…2…1…
Dawn breaks, building anew
Sleep is awoken
Dreams turned off, switch on for a while
Prepare for the unexpected
A shuffle in your stride
Covered by warmth, now disrobe into water
Wash away, invigorate with scents and serums
Glaring screens, in the quiet sunlight
Breathe in morning, breathe out subdued air
Pale sky, darkened eyes
Step into an unrhythmic existence
Never-ending needs met with finite materials
Drawn out for one cycle
Taking in all that is offered by giving all that is limited
You sit in order to build a crumbling empire.