Refuge

The world is going around
and I am in it

The earth keeps spinning
I am somewhat going along
even in stationary

Everything is like high speed rail
while I am in 10x slow motion

Would we take our time
take a piss out of life
to realise its vanity
and our foolish pursuit

Forgive me who counts on me
I cannot give you
what haven’t already given to you
your dissatisfaction is not
my burden to bear
seek from the Giver
not me, a mule
merely carries its own load

I am so very tired
beyond
the burnt shoulders
the worn out sandles
the vacant mind

I need rest
there is the quiet
then there is you
the green pasture beneath my feet
a bed of clouds to dream on
a velvet blanket to shield me
a peaceful presence surpasses all understanding

I pitch a tent here
where the world becomes lovely
where humans are bearable again
only in your refuge