The best deal one makes is when one deals to get peace

Only from that does any other deal follow. I cast for that deal

In the hope it will come. But instead a monster of distraction

Stares me in the face. There is no hope that this figure will trudge away.

It glares at me the live long day, making all hope of peace a mockery.

I no more look at Nature’s face, it’s work, just work that keeps me on.

Work of the mind, needed to distract me; losing myself in writing.

A total escape from stress. A search for what the world calls success,

Gives relief only to throw me towards  despair. That peace which I saw

In childhood and later, is lost forever entirely; I never as before.