It’s a bright and sunny day.
Full of warmth and breeze.
I have found my place to stay,
To sit and think with ease.

Pensively I look through the glass,
I have so many questions to ask.
Why do I seem to get it wrong?
And why do I hate who I’ve become?

But yet things are set in place
And I have no reason for distaste.
Such unhappy thoughts as these,
Do I wish away on my knees.

Sitting here in this calm atmosphere
My soul sits at a unrest
What or who has me here?
Why do I linger on this thought?

When it’s a warm and bright cheerful day,
The breeze is blowing and flowing.
I sit at this table with pen in hand,
Only to stand on my excuses as sand.