Where Banalata Left Me
Maybe this is the peace I’ve always sought, Then maybe, just maybe, it has been waiting for me all along by the tree, in the rippling water, In the stillness of a moment that asks for nothing but your presence,Banalata. Banalata left me with a moment’s peace, And I sat beneath the tree by shore, With the peace she left in me.But what if peace is nothing but an illusion? A brief truce in an indifferent world, A moment stolen from the absurdity of it all. The water rippled, indifferent to my presence. The tree stood there silent, The city behind me moved forward, blind and relentless,reckless. As if I had never existed, And I would not be missed when I leave Perhaps this was the truth There was no greater meaning, no purpose, Only the choice to sit, to watch, to exist, And if I could accept that, Perhaps that was peace enough. Maybe I might sit beneath the hallow tree forever, That time itself might forget me, That the world, in its relentless forward m...