Midnight ego check

Credit: Lennart kcotsttiw

Grand halls, tall staircases.
Dusty floors and echoed chambers…
‘Hey! Get down from there!’

A silhouette burns midnight oil,
I’m small, turmoiled.

Windows broke. It’s a breeze block city and I
stand short and tall. Empty.
Empty of fuel and pensive.

Two rooms in Grand Hall
up and down.
Centre stage and pondering, I own
All of life.
But yet none my own.