I'm sitting here thinking
Thinking not of a thing - nor a soul
It's silent as are my thoughts - to my so called mind
Time is ticking, my eyes are drifting, the Sun shining
If time is everything, then I am of the wealthy
There goes a bird, flying into the Sun, disappearing in the light to not be seen for a very long time.
Clouds are rolling in to bring us rain, I smell it in the air
As darkness settles I still sit here, watching, looking, seeing, thinking.
Thursday afternoon has never been so long before
Then again I have never accomplished so much either.