by Meriel Glysson
I yearn for the bliss of serenity
As my whole life flashes before my eyes
And death’s sweet call tears me from reality
Obscure thoughts warp my mentality
Dizzy and spinning in knots and ties
I yearn for the bliss of serenity
The hostile mind commits brutality
Filling the world with hate and lies
While death’s sweet call tears us from reality
Life is an unending spiral of abnormality
Trying to grasp a light to arise
Yearning for the bliss of serenity
With the mindset of mortality
We collect our memories so no one dies
When death’s sweet call tears us from reality
To obtain the purist state of equanimity
One must obliterate the thoughts we deemed unwise
I yearn for the bliss of serenity
As death’s sweet call tears me from reality.
