Peace

Peace

Stillness seems hard to find

In this modern world

Chaotic times

The bulging pulse

A heaving mess

This quickening pace

A never ending race

Forcing matter

In linear time

So many prisoners of the mind

Why is it so

That we forgot

What it is like to simply stop

To be just here in the now

To surrender control

To not always know

What have we become afraid of

What don’t we want to see

How far we are from happy

And nothing close to living free

It used to be normal,

Existing, knowing just how to be

Now we have to seek it

Peace and stillness, a marketed commodity

Sold to us in some form of therapy

Why do we agree

To be trapped in a synthetic form of humanity

Do you remember?

How to live organically?

What is it to simply breath?