Everyone’s dream is a type of peace,
gone is the daily reminder of chaos,
that measure in our mind no one sees.
It’s in the songs we hear, words we read,
how some way down the road we heard
that peace is up to our own actions.
I’m sitting with my morning coffee,
wondering in silence about the day ahead.
Will it be filled with wonder and intrigue?
I suppose closing my laptop might help.
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