What is peace?
Is it the calm after a storm,
Is the setting of a war,
Is it the joyous ringing voices of many,
Filling the air,
With there hot, steamy breaths,
There lips in perfect harmony,
The souls put behind there words,
Filling the calm with a stir,
A bold, brave vibrant voices,
Hear my heart beat,
Hear it fill your mind,
The constant drone,
In a rhythmic continuum,
The sound of life,
So may we truly ever find peace?
I think no,
Because true peace would be disturbed by life,
Distraught by a human,
You ruin the peace,
The peace you might think of is very different from what true peace really is,
It would be a blank room,
Filled with nothing,
Not even air,
Because even air stirs,
The atoms colliding into each other,
Smashing with great magnitude,
But there cries are not heard,
I to am wondering if true peace is something I would actually want,
I come to terms with serenity,
The feeling of something being right,
But not peace,
Choose what you belief,
But don't hate the truth,
Because even though the truth hurts,
It is the best thing for everyone,
In the end.
