Peaceful Contemplation

 

Your only entertainment is the blue sky

Where words have no meaning anymore

When birds harmonically fly

There’s no room in which I touch my core

A sad listener to a sad music

Middle of the day I’m tired

And right now I feel sick

Of you, you, and all of you that I tried 

To harmonize with what I got

Is an impossible task

Especially if we’re talking about God

They said there’s nothing for us to ask

So meaningful is life for the shifting clouds

And for the ashes in your ashtray

You take one for the loved ones

Then you’re taken by surprise by your tray 

Of those little stones you gathered

Little stones called life

And your tray is full and unbothered 

You’re confused of what to make in your life

Too many little stones 

A thousand stories following you

You crack up your bones

To feel like you’re brand new

Sadly the trees can‘t stay green

Like the water can’t stay warm

There are stories that I positively mean

But sometimes there’s chaos in my farm

Where I couldn’t put my animals down

Neither can I control them

Just like the heart of my own 

It’s an uncontrollable item

So where do you seek refuge?

When there’s not a shelter in your heart

Only tons of something huge

Like it consists of things that are hard

Like when you try to swim

But you’d rather sink

Or when you take life on its whim

But you only end up with a pen and its ink

What should all these words be?

Only a howl in a dead town of my head

I am tired, so maybe you’ll leave me

But remember you were one that I had

Things can have an end to it

They rot and grow unevenly

But not my life, not it

So I’ll strive through accordingly

What the universe gave me

Was nothing else more than me

Because in me I’ve found peace

That’s what I call myself, I’m in peace