At Peace And At Calm

Those eyes can't be explained.
Just when everything was figured out.
No contact at all.

They scurry and scatter.
Overly concerned and manipulative.
As is everyone.

Trash trucks come early.
A leisurely lifestyle of laze.
While the earth is plowed under.

Lets take a step back.
Enclose the issue in a frame.
Make it so.

Heard the words long ago.
Consider the daily bread.
At peace and at calm.

The dogs in the junkyard.
Sniffing and slobbering.
Jumping up maniacally.

Perceptions are imaginary.
This is only for ourselves.
And for ourselves only.