So much more

In the thirst for happiness,

No one gets the cup by searching

For the one who drinks wasn’t even trying

In the hunger of perfection,

The one who eats may not even be the cook

For the one gets the food, didn’t even look

 

In the diligence of collecting life’s stones

No one sees the gems and pearls hidden in lost souls

For in each days rush through rolling doors

We sadly don’t realize, there’s so much more

 

More in forgetting the past like it’s actually past

In enjoying the present like unwrapping a birthday present

In being patient with later, like trying to decipher a coded letter

More in looking less, and seeing more.