My Place Of Zen

I see most people have,
A place to relax and to chill,
A place to go,
When they have time to kill.

It's a bit different for Me,
Mine is busy,
Loud and always moving,
Yet for me,
It's incredibly soothing.

Because when i need a moment,
Alone by myself,
My place of rest is,
Obscure as hell.

My Place is under a bridge,
Alongside a motorway,
It makes me at ease,
In a weird kind of way.

It's like an organised madness,
As the cars go zooming past,
But time for me stands Still,
So I can enjoy it whilst it lasts.

It might sound weird to You,
But don't knock till you try it,
You'd be amazed how something so loud,
Can suddenly seem so quiet.

It's almost like life slows down,
Right infront of your eyes,
It's something i'd reccomend,
Everyone to try.

Relaxation comes in Many,
Different forms and ways,
I'm glad I've shared mine,
With all of you today.

I hope everyone,
Has that sort of special place,
They can sit for hours,
And let their troubles,
Simply Fade away.

If you haven't yet,
Keep looking my friends,
For that place of your own,
A place as bliss as zen.