Peace Like This Can'T Be Defined Poem by Barlot ...

It's in times like these when I wish I were special
Just so there will be an excuse to be this happy,
But is it really unfortunate to recognize a feeling
And have legitimate thoughts?

There's a bird across the stretch of land
But as I get closer, he'll fly
Why do I even try to tame the wild species
When I choose to act as a child?

The dictionaries indoors simply don't know how
They can't feel what this peace is like
But I feel it now, I feel it now.

Why is it that walking clears their minds?
If this were true for me
Then I'd walk the earth's perimeter
Just to know what carelessness is like.

I'm feeling sort of warm with a cold streak that cuts,
I suppose it's like a butter knife though:
It won't really cut things up
It's just another way for ONEIDA to make money.

The dictionaries indoors simply don't know how
They can't feel what this peace is like
But I feel it now, I feel it now.