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O inner peace, elusive scamp,
my soul is withered, dark and damp
as every day I seek your grace
and try to find your hiding place
so you’ll remove all my anxieties
of assorted shapes and varieties

O inner peace, where are you lurking?
I tell you, this is just not working.
I’ve had such a ghastly week
but you’re off playing hide and seek.
I’m out of touch with my ability
to find my centered sweet tranquility.

Today I vowed to meditate
but find the hour is getting late.
I’m breathing through my mouth and nose
and practising a yoga pose
I’ve chanted Om and Namaste.
O inner peace, don’t take all day!