A peaceful mind 
Is hard to find, 
But should the life
Be redefined?
 
There's more to it
Than just a bliss,
A witty joke
I somewhat miss,
 
A set of conflicts 
In a row,
A bunch of songs
With solemn flow, 
 
A melody
Of roaring engines - 
In all this you
I can imagine. 
 
But only when 
We lose our earthly grip
We'll gain our freedom finally
And slip
 
Away 
From things
Hysterical-material
To paradise
So light, so soft, ethereal.