I think the war within ourselves May hurt us the worst of all. Do I work or play? Do I go or stay? The inner conflicts never cease But my soul, it yearns for peace. Why is inner peace so hard? Do I so carelessly discard All I see about me? The sky, the cloud, the tree They are free. They do not ponder their purpose They just are. But I restlessly question Each act, each thought (Even writing this poem On stolen time.) In this war against myself Who can ever win? So I say to myself Only one simple phrase I ask for peace.