Ease

The place I feel the most at ease, Is at the moment of time's freeze, When the world stops its chores, Feels like opening of heaven's doors. The place I feel the most at ease, Does not exist in this world's breeze. It does exist in sleep, As there is no time to weep. The place I feel the most at ease, With less people around me, As little joy exists in a cocoon, Or feeling the silence of the moon. The place I feel the most at ease, Would be an insect making its way in a paper's crease, The insect too carving its way, With no chances of running away. The place I feel the most at ease, Would not be in this life, please.