Peace/Piece

There once was a man who thought he was at peace, because for a moment he wasn't drowning when he went to write his pieces of poetry. But that was just the human condition continuously creating a fallacy so casually up until the moment this man started unraveling towards the dark place he was traveling.

Tried to remain a pacifist to set the precedence. At first the piece he wielded merely existed to give him peace of mind in his short existence, to write pieces that would stand the testament of time, even after his time on this earth was finished.

But as I write this, I realize that the search for becoming timeless will only cloud your judgement about what really makes sense; about what objects are really meant to be in your orbit. At that point living this way will only make your time less. Let this cautionary tale be the evidence.

One day walking down the street, he fiddled with the safety on his (peace/piece) cause he had the (peace/piece) a long time but was curious where it would be. And he really just wanted to see if freedoms are real or are they really just a pipe dream; are they really just make-believe; are they really just a performance which means they are the greatest play to ever grip the attention of society? And so if they are cemented in reality maybe they only ever appear slightly.

He located the safety, but the thing is ironically that only enabled the capability to navigate away from non-violence. He could snap it off in an instant, meaning if he was triggered he could make the tide shift, to turn a simple wave to tsunami and destroy any ship wherever he went, containing cargo hold after cargo hold of his baggage.

Tomorrow though he'll be involved in a cliché scene laying there amidst the coffins at the cemetery. He'll rest in peace probably, but he'll never again write a piece, like the one you're reading because he just couldn't rest his (peace/piece) when he looked into the mirror, saw he was putting on an act; saw how he was really feeling. It's a dog-eat-dog world after all, and his (peace/piece) needed feeding.