I’ve dropped the fists I used to raise,
Don’t care for wins, no urge to chase.
I’ve rid myself of endless noise,
I now seek peace in simpler joys.
No more the weight of shouted words,
no confused love and no lines blurred.
No more, joy’s neon lit paradigm
I’ll skip the beaten path this time.
The moments spent in video games,
My hours at work and inspired mind frames.
My silent quest, my sacred grind,
a slower rhythm for my mind.
The burn of whiskey now and then,
A toast to life’s impending end.
Not drunken highs that make me fall,
just warmth that drifts beneath it all.
My bed, my love, so soft and wide,
where thoughts can float, and fears subside.
Where I’ll indulge some midnight snacks,
in sheets that cushion life’s setbacks.
No drama now, no storm to chase,
no need to argue, prove, or pace.
I’ll plant my peace in every day,
and water it in my own way.
So let the world keep spinning fast,
I’ll hold my moments, make them last.
Just me, my dreams, the life I weave,
in quiet joy, I now believe.