​Travelling the world to find peace

You’d never be able to catch it

For its the winter’s mist

And the summer’s risk

It’s elusive and fickle

It’s the last shine

Of the only nickel

It’s a will-o-the-wisp

Disappearing with every trip 

The peace you find outside

Is an illusion. A mirage

It’s an anti-biotic

Helping your white cells

What you need my dear

Is a simple cure

It’s nothing but to open

The window or door

To you

On the inside

And there you’d find

Sitting smugly… Peace

Waiting to be found

And it’s this that would last 

It’s this that would stay

Even after death does you apart

This here within you

is your

ETERNITY

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