My place is a place of rest,
a place to watch the world go by
in its endless search for something
it will not be satisfied with.
My place is a place of silence,
a place to listen to the buzzing of the world
in its endless search for stillness
it can not stand to hear.
My place is a place of cessation,
a place where I long no more
a place where I have all I want
since I don't want much.
What I want I already have: