Peace…
Of the mind? Fleeting
Of the soul? Escaping
Of the body? Gripping
Gripping my mind as I ask the question, from the many selections, of my deep inception, of a past recollection, of…
Peace
Is it here now?
Was it there then?
Was it but a whisper in the storms of my mind, reflecting through the ages of mankind?
To when peace…was always in line.
I ask these questions
Not to find an answer, or mold your mind into thinking of the divine
For there is no time, there is no space, there is no chance that you can replace this feeling of…my mind
I ask for peace, not for a solution, but to remind you
Remind you that there is, despite what you see, despite what you hear
Despite what you bare every day while you take care
That there is, somehow…somewhere
That notion of peace?
No…
But fear