Such a quiet way to know,

Lights are dimming around

My self created world.

I could hear myself breathe,

If knowing what I do today,

Took so many decades to find.

My eyes scan a scene

Where only I might interweave

In the many facets I’m told I belong.

Suppose it really meant in the quiet

I could live with everyone’s silence,

Only for now.

I’m certainly not imagining what awaits me,

Instead just trying to keep a pace.