How long does it take to find solitude?
We rarely indulge it at best
Our lives are so busy and full of noise
When is it that we truly rest?
A Poem Inspired by “Forty Steps to Solitude”

How long does it take to find solitude?
We rarely indulge it at best
Our lives are so busy and full of noise
When is it that we truly rest?
The alarm clock blares
He awakes from deep sleep
A fading orange glow
Is what his eyes first meet
Dawn slowly breaks
Chasing back the night
The sky is filled
With a soft, rosy light