01.

Zero. Six. One. Two.
The first time I faced the light,
I, the adventurer, cried-
for, having finally ventured out
of the fleshy caverns, seeking warmth
from the cold hands of the masked man
I tried to crawl back to safety. 0.6.1.2.
Another journey begins.

02.

0612 and I awaken
in the dark. My world crackles
to an electric display. Pixels fill
themselves in. Light bulbs light up,
and we get changed. The
world hums with quiet energy
that lures me back to quiet heavens.
0.6.1.2. Another journey begins.

03.

An hour and a fifth past five
a city roars, from its slumber, comes alive
with the click-clack of shoes, teeth,
and crowds. Like from hiding,
a million people emerge from their
hideaways and side routes to fill
our roads, our trains, our minds and our lives.
Each man, woman, each tired child
is an Indiana Jones. Everyone
will go home to rest, but they will,and shall,
not rest. They will think about their next adventure
until the day they die, even if they do not
know it; another journey begins.