Quiet Mind

Why do we hide in the shadows when we can be seen in the light?
I wait for the lights to go down to write what may be personal.
My mind still reeling with thoughts, I can't keep up with them [my thoughts].
I slowly notice all of the insignificant details within the room, and it seems like I'm all alone.
No one in my world, no one else; nothing going on except time slowly passing.
I write for me and I write for You. I write to stay awake.
Things are hidden, never clear.
Things are quiet and still like the mind.


Colors fading, light blocked, the darkness cannot overcome my thoughts.
Content and sitting peaceful, just as comfortable as before.
Warm and sunny weather not inside this room
the darkness will not overcome my thoughts.
Shadows on the wall, trash scattered around, words on the board.
Yet I am not afraid because I can feel You here.
Always listening, always watching, always waiting.
Things are hidden, never clear,
Things are quiet and still like the mind.

Questions are all I think of. Answers never heard.
We both wait for the other, one patient, the other anxious.
But You are always there, never doubting.
This room is infinitely small and infinitely large.
I am quiet and I am listening,
wondering, what You are doing.
In this darkness there is light bouncing in the corners.
Things are hidden, never clear.

Things are quiet and still like the mind.