Inner peace Stories

I watch the sparrow, but can no longer hear its song. It seems everyone has something to say, and the noise now lives inside of me. Overwhelmed, I shake my head from side to side, but to no avail. I cannot break free. How I long to hear the sweet birdsong, but there's no more music for me. Nose pressed against the window, I search for color in the concrete jungle. The monotone landscape jails my creativity, so I flee this...

Empty stone footsteps echo Opaque windows line the hall Ancient vines creep up the wall In the stillness, I can let go Spontaneously, I let down my hair My arms sway in the midnight air My hips swing with a ghastly flair I dance with the night, without care Stars above me glisten Grand ivory statues listen The moon follows and stares As I waltz audaciously around my lair Lilac petals cascade down And shadows flutter aroun...

A late night drive, what I need, a chance to embrace the speed, No cash or slips on the line, just me riding the redline An open road, just two lanes, leave behind the dulling pains Nothing near but trees and hills, it's time for some full speed thrills Let her growl, wake the V8, hammer down hard on the straight One hundred and thirty five, this is what I call a drive Corners coming, full of joys, tires soon to be smoke...