Serenity
So many seek this inner state of mind
But this is a place that we can seldom find
So often ripped away by our own daily routine
As so many lives today seemingly tend to careen
Many can’t handle all this mounting stress
Brought about mostly by their own self made mess
Then there are others who really didn’t do any wrong
It’s just that they weren’t made nearly that strong
And yet there are others who don’t even care
They themselves to others they would never compare
Till the day when they all met in the middle
To come to listen to a man just playing his fiddle
He sways and bounces using this fiddle as his song
So soon people look around, in sensing all that they long
And as he packs up his stuff, so soon to leave
It was a little bit of real inner peace that all did receive
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