Peace and Quiet

words words words just muddle our minds

 these sounds and noises convolute

in quiet and stillness I seem to find 

everything simply vain and moot

in no need to see no one

happy being here alone

fine with me myself and I

peace and quiet here at home

is all this real? is all this true?

does anything around me even matter?

it’s a strange king of emptiness, a peculiar kind of peace

blurring out the pointless chatter

i don’t always want to feel this way

i wish that i’d break free

to rejoin the world and all it’s mess

though that would mean to lie to me

thoughts thoughts thoughts too muddle our minds

and may still leave life destitute

yet in the peace and the quiet we might find

ourselves tranquil and resolute