Wake up to dreams as dull as skies,
which were compromised.
Wake up to faces passing like clouds
and swollen with rain
as they glare into white lights
reflected from phone displays,
television screens, microwaves,
monitors and mirrors.
Clothed in blue to black uniform,
manoeuvring through mundane
personalities of specialised thinkers
and workers, I see dreams
taken by winds of worry,
a black to grey reality tied around their collar.
They are all professionals
and with abundant wealth they soon
disappear into colourful passing lights
on internet pages with thousands likes.
To be living the #dream in the eyes
of those watching the screens.
But we forget the true view
of pregnant faces carrying pain,
of other dreams tied behind uniformity,
of envy in us all,
and practicality as law.
Watch out dreamers
for the disheartening Dawn.
Watch out for its constant criticism
coz to Dawn, your dream is not
commendable. But in your bedroom,
aspiration twinkles until
you achieve the dream. Then that glamour
dims in the light of the screen’s dislikes.
Dreams become vandalised,
defamed by some fingerprint,
tainted by some idiot,
condemned by some ouen.
So as they shine in the our sleep
giving us solace and ease,
let it be our selfish beacon of hope
to carry us through our grey