There are moments when one is at peace
driving along a busy road
where sound is not noise
where society is a welcome sight
a reminder that life is simple.
Saw a man sitting on a bench
on a train platform teeming with life
He had headphones on and a book to read
cocooned within an invisible sphere
Perhaps it’s imagined or a wish
but you look protected from the world
even as you were within it
On that platform there was stillness
that’s missing from this world
in the aftermath of all the stories
of violent deaths and despair.
Simplicity does not seem possible
quiet persists in eluding us
but one could only see from one’s eyes
what the world is made of
but what do I know?
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