Puzzle Peace Is?

In a room of my own
I lead pain to an escape route
I sit firmly on my thighs
knees burn tight from Tunisian threads

Galactic energetic flows as comforts arise
the moon moves from each window
and I still can’t decide

Is it music or poetry or civil rights that I love?
how I envy those who courageously make their minds up
The years come through but I never get enough
 anything I touch turns from actions to ashen dust

Enough, enough, enough, enough, I say!
Already I’ve played by night to sun day
and still I don’t know enough, I know less!
More rage and confusion that my conscious can digest 
now give me a break, but not too long
i’ll grow weary of comfort and search first signs of frost

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