A thousand glittering stars, join into cryptic shapes,
Declaring magnetism on the night dwellers,
Roaming the vacant streets, numb with suspicion,
The moon shines, enticing our eyes,
To wish upon its radiance, inducing endless dreaming,
Enlightenment exists within its iris,
The sun’s light arrives, elevating to an ascent of fame.
Routine swiftly exchanges loyalties.
All prisoners awake, dismissing their nightmares,
Counting their blessings with bitter indignation.
Whilst moulding their masks into something acceptable.