Peace

Pieces found inside of a box Not necessarily made of cardboard No one ever pokes holes in it So you can breathe Or uses appropriate tools For your expected release They're stuck for a Time And that's what starts the change From a wayward soul To a still mind Stuck for a Time No coming or going Just sitting It takes a while To get used to nothing Outside of the box Is always something Now I'm inside It's only myself to talk to Oh, how I can talk 4 hours and hours on end About things that were Or could have been I suppose you could say I've become my own best friend It's startling at first But with no one to laugh it off I go on just the same Pieces easier Without niceties to keep you snug and warm It's often best On just a hardwood floor Peace is one of the few things That can spawn from nothing It thrives in that sort of environment Without anything to dampen its effect When you're hungry or tired It manifests the most It doesn't exist Without a host to boast to Peace is never a piece of cake