Meditatin’ Martin mostly stays inside his house
He sits cross-legged, both eyes shut, as quiet as a mouse
His face is calm, he’s tree trunk still, he’s breathing in and out
He takes a break just once a day to eat a piece of trout
I go to school, I hang with friends, I like to raid the fridge
But Martin stays in one small room and doesn’t move a smidge
I told him once, “Come see the world! Ain’t meditatin’ dull?”
But he said, “I prefer the world I’ve got inside my skull.”
