The Silent Path

Through neon lights and sirens loud, he walked beneath the restless crowd. A man of thought, with weary eyes, searching peace beneath the skies.

The world around him spun so fast, moments fleeting, nothing lasts. Screens that flash and voices call, yet emptiness consumed it all.

He climbed the hills where silence lay, and watched the golden sun decay. Yet even there, his mind would race, trapped within a restless space.

Through bustling streets and hollow halls, he listened close, he heard the calls—not of noise, nor fleeting trends, but whispers soft, where silence bends.

A river sang, a leaf did fall, a child laughed, the wind stood tall. In smallest things, in breath so free, he found the peace he could not see.

Not in riches, nor escape, not in fame’s alluring shape. But in the pause, the space between, where life exists—both loud and serene.

Now when the world demands his time, he smiles, steps back, and draws the line. For peace, he learned, was not a place, but found within—a heart’s embrace.