Silence is peaceful, maybe even therapeutic,
Meditating they call it, oh boy, it's chaotic!
Meditating they call it, oh boy, it's chaotic!
Thoughts flurry, pop and disappear,
What remains is some dust and blur.
Questions unanswered, voices unheard,
The past flashes, wanders around like a soaring bird.
I try hard, shake away the thought,
But it's like a cobweb, I'm caught.
I open my eyes and realize,
Nothing of that matters,
Not everything has to materialize,
For life serves you many platters.
For life serves you many platters.
