The man I am.
I close my eyes to see the setting sun.
Why do I long for things yet to come?
Can I not cherish the moment in which I stand?
Will I ever be happy with the man that I am?
I both hope not and hope so.
I’m torn between the mirror and the window.
I originally sat down to write about the wind.
But it seems that my mind cannot be blown from what speaks within.
But I can calm these thoughts with a deep breath and a hum.
As I close my eyes to see the setting sun.