Lion Tamer

An accent to a mood of mine
Opens up a space
Where there is no sense of time
Or worriedness, or haste

Where I can just relax and be,
Enjoying what I find
The peace that dwells inside of me
Aging like fine wine

I don’t go there often now
Just on special days
The ones on which my thoughts aren’t clear
Buried in the haze

But when I do there’s solace there
And clarity, and peace
Then I can go about my life
And smile among the beasts!

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