Where in this world can we find peace?

Where in this world can we find peace?

So many attires do we mask ourselves

Into, only to witness it, just like we believe

The voids embracing our palms 

But it is only felt by the faces and smiles

And raised eyebrows and brushed hair, 

That we pretend we are, 

Alas! What we really are, never finds it

Its quest for peace that already surrounds

Is never to be quenched 

Unless pretended to be, 

Or answered by holy death maybe.