Changes

Discovering the pleasure in mild pain and confusion.

Serenity-oh so hard to find
'midst this world of misery.
I long for a stable touchstone
to invigorate my soul.

I am enveloped by raining chaos.
Serenity-oh so hard to find!
Utter pandemonium rages hard,
and there goes my peace of mind.

Then silence rushes in...
weird as it may seem, but now
serenity-oh so hard to find-
is no longer desireable.

I dance to the wild pace of society.
Now the chaos appears to be a fun thing.
This anarchy now brings me pleasure; I don't want
serenity-oh so hard to find.