That Thing Called Peace Poem by Aric Beers
That Thing Called Peace
So strange that I'm so relaxed
At this present time
I should be stressed beyond belief
But I'm feeling fine
I've been in this spot so many times
And each time so hard to grasp
Yet where I am without a single fear
As I a watch my feelings change
Two doors have opened wide
But I'm not sure which to choose
So I'll sit here in the hall
And enjoy this thing called peace
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