The pool of wisdom

Is it the silence of the thoughts that's interesting,
is it the calmness of nature that's alluring,
is it the noise of tongues thats disgusting,
is it the feel of wind thats calling me...

The chattering mouths will usually brag
the waveless thoughts are treacherous things,
yet it is haunting me from deep myself
never have this ever passed to me
nothing has pinned me down like this.

The social constricts often restricts
but never those bonds chained me like this.
The butterflies broke their chrysalis
and now they fly through my inner self
the call of beauty were wisdoms deep
that's a pool were i will drown with peace