No reason to have to occasionally glance
No reason to check your stance
Allow your mind to drift where it will
Prostrate, fidget or be still
No answers to have to find
Relax, have a drink, unwind
No reason to tax your brain
No 'what’d you say, again'
The tranquil time of being alone
Four walls, a cat maybe and you alone.
brian roy skyers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-1046/
