The man I am.

by Writer

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.

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