There Is An Ocean That Remains

I am a man with glasses

I think while I sit

Free from everything except my own mind

I think, all, of, the, time

Loosing grip of those very thoughts far too often

My window is open and through it’s opening

The traffic that is my world

Is silenced

As the night is at an end

Calm as I reflect

As yesterday makes me smile

For yesterday was shaped into a new chapter that is my life