There’s a beauty in the sitting alone

Only me and a breeze and the space
Reflection glittering in my brain
No one to think my ideas insane
Inspiration waits patiently for my phone
Disconnecting from the rat race
 
There’s a beauty in the solo naps
Only me and a pillow and a buzzing 
Renewal flooding my aging body
Thoughts turn actions swift and naughty 
Pleasure following dopamine maps
Vision obscured by temporary fuzzing
 
There’s a beauty in the single admission 
Only me and my plan write the day
Experiences joyous without interruptions
Prefererred choices uncompromised by corruptions
Nuclear meltdowns become controlled fission 
Unmasking my movements as I play 
 
There’s a beauty in the free thinking 
Only me and my opinion and the fact
Pundits gaslight but I won’t be confused
Network anchors share conflicting news
I clear my conscious of polite shrinking 
Start working on future political tact