Rest

Quiet, silence, stillness.
You are the thing I need most.
Yet, you are what is hardest to get

Quiet
    From my own thoughts
    From the world,
        around me
    From the politics,
        against us
    From injustice,
        tainting everyday life

Yet when the quiet begins,
    time to think appears.
   
Time to think
    about what went wrong,
    about myself,
    about my life,
    about society as a whole.

Time to think
    about what needs doing,
    about what was not done,
    about what could have been done

Time to think
Where should be time to rest

Yet I cannot look away,
I cannot rest.

Quiet, silence, stillness
you are the thing I fear most
you are the thing I need most

You are the thing I love
yet hate.