Silent Lucidity

Those moments in a manic world
Where everything is just quiet
Sitting somewhere alone
In the woods
In the library
In the bathroom
In bed

No chatterbox mouth
Even if you are alone
No mind racing through thoughts
At a breakneck pace that could kill a racehorse
No daydreaming
Just being there
At peace

If only for that split second
Till you realize that you are in it
And then the world begins to move yet again