He sit and pondered
Distracting his mind
Forcibly, away from his actions.
On things to do, so he wondered
When Is it going to be done?
Like the impossible, to find
Himself.
Not seeking
The universe.
It is known, the great lays' within
Through meditative practices
We find calm and peacefulness with it.
As it's a key
To unlock ones' merit
Deep in soul, still, no movement
Though, "practice makes perfect!"
But I say
It creates 'improvement'.
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