A path untouched by foot,
Is where my steps aspire to root.
Conscious sedation's embrace,
A complete absence of motion's trace,
Yearning for a tranquil state,
Free from life's tumultuous freight.
Surrounded by chaos, yet untouched within,
Inward peace amid external din.
Conscious but adrift, in oblivion's sway,
A perpetual sojourn in the void's array.
The pursuit of such serenity,
A constant, unwavering decree.
In this state, bliss does reside,
Where metaphysical clutter does subside.
Me, myself, in joy's embrace,
Amidst the chaos, finding solace.
