Antidote.
Step away.
Leave behind.
Avoid
the din
and chatter.
Chattering
chaos of
humanity.
Crossing
currents.
Nonstop
conflicting
narratives.
Ad nauseam.
Losing identity,
individuality.
Blanking
the soul.
Mind
shackling.
Step away.
Cleanse.
Cleanse
the mind.
The soul.
Restore
inner peace.
Modernity
gabs and
holds.
Causing
confusion,
anxiety,
fear.
Step away,
find solitude.
Peace, quiet,
nature.
Babbling
brooks,
chirping bids,
night time
crickets.
Rolling
seas.
Immersion
in nature.
Pure antidote
for what’s
to come.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 21st, 2022 13:09
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Comments1
So very true John.
Andy
Thanks for reading Andy
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