Sitting on the maple

Watching television

The night is long

I have the remote in my hand

I look at the screen

But I don't pay attention

I lose myself in my thoughts

I do some introspection.

I think about the day that passed

On what I saw, read, and learned

I take stock of everything

About what I lived.

I let go for a moment

This poem I stop to write

I take stock of this moment

That I can no longer hide from you!

I take back control of everything

I pay attention again

So, I stop to record