He leant back on his chair, and time stood still
There'd be time in the future for adventure and thrill
Right now, things are at rest
No time to worry or prepare for a test
No worrying about what the future might bring
There was no hierarchy, no peasant or king
Just the moment that had always been there
During the exhale of breath as it mixes with the air
Before the eyes open from a well earned blink
It's like, well, what's the opposite of being on the brink?
Instead being in a place so steady nothing can knock you down
The smallest of smiles and not a trace of frown
A self-contained moment to enjoy but not keep
As he leant back on his chair, and sunk in deep
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