The Wasted Search

The Wasted Search
By John A. Wilson

For more years than I remember
I searched to find myself.
Too busy in the search to see
That I was right here all along.

I sought the company of many
To be accepted into the crowd.
Never knowing that what I really sought
Was just to be alone.

I struggled hard to build my wealth
To have the things I need,
Too blind to see that what I really need
Cannot be sold or bought.

I sought the noise of laughter
Of those who seemed carefree,
And through the din I strained my ears
To try to hear the silence.