If unrest is something
I claim to obtain
Let me clarify,
Explain.
I do not consider myself
To be at rest
Moving nowhere,
Moving slowly,
There is no such quest.
Neither, though
Do I find myself
Constantly moving,
Ready to go
Along a trail with
Constant amounts of gravel to disturb me.
When I find unrest,
Or rather,
When it finds me
It is a pocket which I roam into
And eventually meander my way out of.
Unrest is something
I claim to obtain
But it's peaceful at times
As I know
I'm not alone.
These pockets are filled
With
The remnants and trinkets
Of those who meandered before
And of those who meander
Through life
With me.
I claim to obtain
Let me clarify,
Explain.
I do not consider myself
To be at rest
Moving nowhere,
Moving slowly,
There is no such quest.
Neither, though
Do I find myself
Constantly moving,
Ready to go
Along a trail with
Constant amounts of gravel to disturb me.
When I find unrest,
Or rather,
When it finds me
It is a pocket which I roam into
And eventually meander my way out of.
Unrest is something
I claim to obtain
But it's peaceful at times
As I know
I'm not alone.
These pockets are filled
With
The remnants and trinkets
Of those who meandered before
And of those who meander
Through life
With me.