Where are heavy hearts to wander in peace,

When aggravation seems to be the norm?

Is there no safety from this raging storm?

Can we not hope for small subtle release?

Languish in painful exchange day and night,

Wanting to know there must be more somewhere.

Giving and taking tumultuous dare,

Bantering about demanding with slight.

Stumbling away from crowds bitter screams,

Focused on finding some quaint little place,

Knowing inside this should not be hectic.

Stretching upright, awakening it seems,

Glancing what looks like a friendlier face,

Basking in the light of DreamTime Magic.