Poem by Wendye Savage
It is vital, I must say
That one gets out of one’s own way:
In the self defeating grand illusion
Resulting in an unhappy conclusion:
The search for love from someone else
Instead of finding it in a place within ourselves:
Purchasing homes, cars and things
Oh, the illusion of happiness that it brings:
It’s sad to say, but it’s so
Things perish, people come and go:
There stands someone in the mirror
Longing for you to grow closer, nearer:
Who will love you, be your best friend
If you take the journey deep within.
