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Inner Peace
As we all know
Serenity comes
At a price
You used to pay her
Twenty bucks
For a few blissful minutes
To knock on your door
To enter your ear
But now
She is a ghost.
You'll look for her
In silence.
You'll look for her
In beer.
And as you
Think yourself close
This is when she
Leaves you most
Now
What will you pay?
Two thousand?
Three?
No longer for serenity
But to believe
That she's still there
Endlessly laughing
Endlessly asking
"Now, what will you pay?"
