The endless routine
that never ends,
Each day starts with sunlight
on the windowpane,
A hunger drowned
in a sea of coffee,
Skip breakfast
just to see the end of the day,
Pass through the room full of people
to the other side,
A ghost making peace
with the morning light,
Promises to the day
that are never kept,
Based on dark evaluations
of the night,
Slowly drifting
leaving an empty shell,
The soul corrupted
by the energy of the room,
For where is the strength
that the gods have promised,
Lost amongst the bodies of others
I can only assume