My exploited mouth and perverted thoughts
Have reached a point of death
The breathing, singing, moving ones
Appear to have been blessed
For they no longer need to hear
The words I have to speak
My mind has calmed and so am I
But it's not peace I seek
Peace, my friend, is a state of mind
Of which we can attain
What's daunting as it always is
Is the challenge to be sane
