Sitting in the meadows

sitting in the meadows of discontent ,
wondering what is my intent is it the voice of music calling,
is it the patience of my soul searching am yet to know .
for the sadness in my eyes is like a sudden glow,
am yet to know
In the infinity of solemn whispers
In the gift of love showers
Am yet to know
Where I go from here
Is to a distant wonder
Or just gazing and the heavens
Sitting in the meadows of discontent
Wondering what is my intent
Am just getting to know
What each day shows