My space

I wasn't being boring, I was just thinking for a second
The lapsed out eyes were distinguishable...I know
But I was just pausing to think for awhile, just pausing
Indelible thoughts pressed into my psychy, nothing bad, nothing good
Just irrelivent, while feeling relevant...for that minute
I wasn't boring though...just quiet...just nice...just thinking
It's in these slight quiet moments I can find some clarity
So if I'm quiet I'm just finding my mind, finding my peace...not being boring, never boring
Boredom doesn't exist in my mind
My thoughts are me, my place, my sanctuary...my home
Where every single brief opinion resonates deeply
Constantly vibrating to its own echoing signature of presence
If I don't say anything, it's because I haven't got anything worth saying
If I'm quiet, it's because I am happy...it's because I am in my space