The Quest For Peace

They told us that rivers does not flow up the mountain,

But rather flows down the mountain

Why then does my tears flow upwards

Into my head, dampening my thoughts afterwards?

They told us stars twinkle in the night

And that wind powers eagle wings

Why then are wrinkles in the sky

And eagles roll with chicks?

I seek for peace in the skyline

Like the Eastern Magi scouting for stars.

I hear a Messiah is born

But this star roams like it's lost.

I seek for peace in flowing rivers

Like the sons of Zebedee fishing fishes

I've toiled all night amidst cold shivers

Nothing caught, save my wishes.

They told us

And we believed

They played us

Look who's bereaved!

I'm still searching for peace in airless wind

Still digging trenches

To channel my tears down the valley

Another 365 days with eyes on the sky

Scouting for that star.

#365Poems

#Pengician #SSA

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