Looking
Looking
I was missing something I couldn’t decide.
Me and this thing are playing a game of seek and hide.
I lost it I think and I don’t know where to look.
Somewhere out there for sure, on a shelf in a book.
I’m not sure what it is, but I know I don’t have it.
It’s out there waiting for me to grab it.
Maybe if there was a magical elf
Surely he would know how to help.
Or if I was full of passion one hundred percent.
I’d be full of drive. I would not relent.
He’d give me a push on this still swing.
I’m tired of longing to move and be seen.
I could do anything, I think.
If I was spoke to awoke and told to be bold
If I had a coach or a friend, or PHD shrink.
If someone out there would tell me to act,
instead of just think.
Then at the last moment, when I was alone.
I shut off facebook and turned off my phone.
Inside me I finally found a magical elf,
Who found a secret place on an inside shelf.
Knowledge and wisdom that until I looked...
filed and compiled, recorded and booked.
It was there all along, silent and strong.
It’s so good and so right, that it can’t be wrong.
Inside myself I found something good.
It was a matter of looking the direction I should.
Inside me was the place and I was the elf.
I was the page and the book and even the shelf.
Better than asking a PHD shrink
for second hand knowledge,
that’s old and stinks.
Inside me I found something good.
And I’ll find more if I look in the direction I should.
This is very Dr. Seuss inspired. This poem is expressed as though it is for a child but who knows?
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