Peace
Asleep, almost comatose Lost to another time Faintly heard music that doesn't quite rhyme Time drifts on Not quite knowing places gone Endless images that play on and on Searching for the new dawn A troubled mind A troubled soul Looking for the untouchable goal Of peace and tranquility In relentless dreams of fantasy Waiting to become reality.
Copyright © Jan Cannon | Year Posted 2013
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