Between silence and the deep sound
Between space and the teeming crowd
Between peace and the raging storm
Looking for coolness in prevailing warmth
Lies a morning reverie of restive mind
Searching for peace between blades and guns
Searching for lily in oils and rocks
Searching for truth in politician’s words
Searching for the indigent in arcade of stores
Instead, a morning reverie of restive mind
The restive mind who snoozes not
The restive mind who trances sought
Drumming the waters for ideas caught
Trusting wits as you touch the pillow
Reflect fit, heed not all you follow
For a morning reverie of restive mind
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