What is this peace
That people talk about
Peace is not happiness
I think that peace
Is the absence of
Happiness because happiness is
Just yet another thing
Pursued chased like a
Ball or a tail
Dreamed of hoped for
Like that first snow
And that first step
And of I suppose
All those other firsts
But firsts lead to
Thirsts for many more
And then happiness becomes
Something out there waiting
Whereas peace well peace
Is right here empty
Of even the slightest
Hope of something better