Whatsmynameagain?

Restless souls turn aimless eyes to the wind It is invisible (the wind), but tangible "Peace," it whispers, and peace it yearns to leave And peace it does leave, for those awake to catch it Peace is not some curious, foreign substance Not something searched for down ruthless streets and dark hearts Nor is it something attained by hate or indifference Peace does not leave us, though it is often lonely Peace is present in hopeful eyes and open hands In embraces and uncrossed arms It longs for us, as much as we long for it If we call upon it, Peace, will not disappoint.

If I ever travel the world And come to know all I hope I would find that Everything is the same That the sun is the same sun The the stars are the same stars That people sleep the same sleep That their lungs fill with the same anticipation I hope I would find that Everyone yearns for purpose That everyone needs to eat That everyone dreams about what will be I hope I would find that Regret feels the same That love feels the same That holding hands is still romantic That sorrow is still felt at the end of things And that new things still bring joy Then I would feel just as at home As I feel at home With our animals in the yard And our garden across the street But I hope that I wouldn't be the same