Quest for Quiet

On a quest to quiet his mind, self-imposed exile was success for a time.
That time passed as his mind wandered, still, in search of peace within veins he withdrew.
Signing out, he signed on, unwittingly drawn into a game as a pawn.

On a quest to quiet his mind, dogmas and doctrines within he reclined.
In them solace, though temporary did find, but ever remained this quest to quiet his mind.

Navigating the mess his life had become, was second to seeking refrain, staying numb.
Growing in a recess in back, paid no mind, awaited a darkness with patience and time on a quest to quiet his mind.
In demon's arms embraced, he reclined, as slipstreams brought ease his defenses resigned.

The answers, it seemed, remained so elusive.
Yet, stands ever clear to a mind sober, and lucid.
Senses he had forfeited so readily, and complicit now prey to this force and the peace it elicits.

For a time he had bliss, and the trade it seemed fair.
In a flood of blood to the heart cast his cares, rushed a moment removed from reality and his senses.
Flashing the answers to life, it presented.
Deceptively setting itself up on high, as an idol now worshiped to quiet his mind.