Stumped

Think about walking down by the river in an abundance of unnatural silence. Think about being accosted only by harmless insects and unnaturally silent falling autumn leaves. It seems that on first impact with the earth the leaves have finally reached home and rest. Have they? Have you?
In the image of a blue sky with familiarly-shaped scattered white clouds, unstoppable and uncontrolable running water winding its way to the end, surrounded by an infinite carpet of lush green and dewy grass with the umbrella shade of thick tall trees blocking the horizon, have you reached home? In this image can you nap? Or would you prefer napping with just the imagination?
What brings you peace of mind? The peace of mind or peace between borders? Can you rest without the remote-control in one hand and the airconditioner on the wall? Can you rest with both hands empty? Are you dependant on today? Would you rather choose the imagination or would you rather choose today?
Do you want to pluck an apple off a tree or order from a menu? Where do you reach home and tranquil? How dependant are you? Would you rather choose today over paradise? Or has paradise changed? Does it have playstation?
Stumped.
Will there ever be any rest...