Taking a break from the daily norm,

I sit down, weathering the storm,

Life is the name, storm like no other.

I fill what used to be a blank canvas, with a thought out of a million.

Through these eyes, I wonder.

Tools to help analyze and visualize, all to ponder.

“What is it you do?” I wondered.

In appearance, suit and tie, looks successful.

Life, maybe stressful.

As this break concludes,

Before I step back into the norm,

Into the eye of the storm,

Through these eyes, I’ll ponder

no more.