How does it feel?

How does it feel?

The sweet taste

Of contentment

The infinite beauty

Of inner peace

A mind at rest

A heart at ease

Beating its own rhythm

In time to the music

Of the soul

Not rent by fear

Torn by indecision

Caught in the grip

Of sorrow

Weeping for tomorrow.

Innocence lost

In pursuit of life.

How does it feel

When rage is absent

Anger has never

Been known.

When resentment

Is a stranger

At your table

And hatred

Has never knocked

Upon your door.

Can this happen

Is it true

Will there be peace

In a world

Without me

And you.