Frenzied FeedA hiatus to quell the throbbing pace
perpetual spin of an endless race
dizzying speed of thought and deed
a modern life , I frenzied feed.
Solitary moments
the much sought gold at Rainbows end ,
no feign or mask nor no pretend
balm to Spirit and succour to soul
,
no aims, targets, nor final goal.
Shut out the noise of background hum,
muffle the chorus and cease the drum
eyes wide shut to all around ,
drifting away from gravitational ground.
Freely floating in the vacuous void ,
body light and softly buoyed
enchanted smile on lips does play ,
each sense has bid adieu to day.