I stare out of the window,
What is my life , if not a show?
I glance at the people,
And I glance at the sky ,
As I write down my thoughts in a journal,
And I let out a contented sigh .
I\'ve attained peace ,
After eliminating them from my life ,
Now there\'s no one but me whom I have to please ,
The wind caresses my face and I feel alive .
I glance at the people,
And I wonder in marvel,
Each being with their own unique entity,
This is a thought that makes me wonder in my serenity.
I pour my little heart out
In my journal,
For once I write without doubt,
As I wonder if solitude is eternal.
As the colors turn darker in the sky ,
I slowly bid my goodbye,
And I end my day with a contented sigh.