The night sky

Wake up, its night already.
The cars have stopped honking,
the childhood night is back again.
No stars, no moon, but the dark infinite sky.
A hint of red seems to be a good weather.
I see from my glass house.
Hoping for a cold cold night.

Mr. mojo risin, yet again inspiring.
Reminder of my dreams.
One life as I say.
But, what am I doing?
The slaves I used to mock,
as I am one today.

Tomorrow yet another day,
and I will go back to my sleep.
The rise of sun and I go back to my sleep.
Sleep of my working life,
going back to being a slave!