In Search Of Tranquility

I have put this off for far too long
Coursing and meandering
Amidst perplexing disturbing thoughts
Killing the joy of the merry song

Strange were those times with dread
Feeble and thimble like, so lean
I felt thin, sort of stretched
Like butter scraped over too much bread

Chasing the moon at the twilight
Running in circles and tagging tails
I was following every dream
And every need with delight

Torpid and sluggish, my soul listless
The scorching summer eating flesh
I groped the sound of the west
In search of the paean of idleness

Hearing the song of joy, far from brutality
Take it easy it went, bright and breezy
I was flying through lazy summers
In the arduous search of tranquility.