Quiet

Quiet

Look through a mind’s eye

Wonders may be hidden

Fantasies revealed

Quiet mind never stops

The quick jabs and barbs are heard

Never acknowledge giving the satisfaction

If maybe you had some real interest

Instead being the lapdog of another

Face the fact this my way of moving

Not trying to bring another to your own level

Whether your excuse makes you think make you better

Indulgence in meds or even spirits

Get over and leave others alone

I prefer not to hear the grief

Problems is not only yours

I plan attacks to move ahead and not dig in beside others

Above all listen to the sound of others

Only sit and enjoy the peace

Quiet