Created: 23/7/23 @ 17:24

As a man, I cherish moments calm,
A respite from the bustling race, When 
entering a place, a healing balm,
To ease the mind, find inner space.

Confronted conversations, swift and bold,
They weigh upon my waking state, To be 
informed of tasks I'm told,
Can fuel the fires of inner debate.

Criticism's sting, a bitter blow,
Especially when the day's begun,
Yet in the void, I find a flow,
A chance to breathe, to be undone.

Returning home from toil and strain, 
I seek the solace of garage stairs, In the "void," a
realm without refrain, 
A sanctuary from worldly cares.

Minutes spent in tranquil though,
A bridge between worlds, a sacred rite,
From work's domain to peace I'm brought,
As the sun surrenders to the night.

In this transition, I find release,
The gentle pause before I enter, From noise
to calm, my mind's at peace, The "void" a
buffer, a mental center.

Let this cherished ritual endure,
A sacred space to call my own,
A moment's grace to feel secure,
Before life's currents are full-blown.