Caught in a perfect storm, there’s no escaping
Rise and fall of emotional waves
Some giant, others scarcely a ripple
Moments of calm aren’t rare
They come and go, hidden in every breath
If only one pauses to seek and experience
The storm may finally end
Restoring deep calm, a rarity in our times
Such an effort, keeping up with a storm fueled mind
Yet we persist, forgetting the hidden calm
There’s isn’t need to turn into a saint or a sage
Experiencing calm is free, but we end up choosing a storm
