Those who want peace crave the eye of the storm.
Where tranquility roams and time stands still.
Yet they're shielding their faces from the chaos that reigns.
Where disruption feasts on the fear they hide.
Yet they claw their way back to deafening silence that keeps them safe.
It may only be a moment.
But they crave it.
They desire it.
But it's not they.

It's we.