In Search Of Tranquillity Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

Sometimes life is a war
against the whole world and time
and in this war we do face
words, deeds and death,

we are caught
in a race against the hourglass
while daily we do become older
and even if we do everything in our power
to pretend that we do understand,
nobody is immune against callousness
and the remorse in ourselves.

When destiny does play its last game
we all do take cover
and we are ready with self-defence
with words and deeds until death.

Like the sun we are prisoners
to the darkness
and we are caught
by things and money

and still our lives and self
are exhibition pieces of our own gain,
in a mad rush that gains nothing
we are disappointed
by our own expectations

and the day and hours make us prisoners
of our own desires
and we do drive unlimited miles
in search of rest and peace,
towards mercy and recognition of our own value
just to return home disappointed
as peace is not a place
but a state of the mind.