the silent wanderings of a chocolate taoist

In the bustling Tao of life's grand weave,

Where laughter flows and illusions deceive,

There stands afar, untouched and serene,

A soul that observes the worldly scene.

Not aboard the carousel's fleeting dream,

They watch in silence, a tranquil stream,

With a facade well crafted, yet inwardly sage,

A life of mastery on an unspoken stage.

But beneath the calm, a lesson unfolds,

A silent sufferer of wisdom untold,

Cloaked in humility, their pain they embrace,

A lone observer of the eternal race.

Amid a whisper, so soft and so low,

A wandering Taoist with nowhere to go. 

Their existence, a leaf in the wind's gentle sway,

Lost amidst life’s ephemeral play.

A vessel of their own quiet thoughts,

Trapped in a world that refuses to stop,

Their will to endure, a flickering light,

As silently, they navigate into the night.

And so they fade, part of Tao’s flow,

In life's tapestry, a subtle glow,

A silent note in the cosmic song,

Part of the whole, where all belong.

For in the end, when the lights dim low,

The carousel halts, and the crowds forego,

The silent sufferer, one with Tao heart,

Leaves a ripple in the universe, his eternal art.

So let us pause, in our ceaseless quest,

To find the stillness, and in it, rest,

For in the silence, wisdom's gentle call,

A reminder of the unity that connects us all.