Inner peace

proclaims proudly he is proud, he is on a cloud and is never going to step down, always holding his head up accompanied with a frown, a dislike, a fight with his inner light, blind in broad day light, days to nights he fights, so he just might, meditate to figure out his fate, life mistake, lost in the lonely lake, he sits alone and sedates, alone with the moon he waits, the forest breathes, inhale exhale fog rises like a ribcage, caged in his own temptations, peace is only in meditation, moon falls as the night drifts, fades away into a new day, he sits and meditates, om is the word of praise, the days suddenly crumble, he separates from the maze,he laughs at the puzzle, he finds tranquillity in this state, his only saving grace to this plague, he discovers time does not exist, he begins to live