Where did my love go?
It’s not in this box of incense
or in the fire that lights the candle.
I can’t find it in the textures of a page
Nor will I see it staring back at me
Through a sage.
I find myself given up
Watching TV till my eyes pop
Injecting not-me
Speed direct into my blood
Liquid lead now lagging in my veins
Not-love now spreading like a flood.
Yes, my love is there
I know, it’s not something to be found
Allow, feeling the despair
And connect, you’re so profound.
But answer me this
For I have a question.
Why bother feeling this depression
When I can eat chips
And only deal with a compression?
I’m not looking for ageless wisdom
Nor do I not seek to feel better
I honestly just want to connect to a vision
A purpose to focus on
A purpose that holds me greater.
I find that I can not fully live my truth
Without being connected to something grander
But I can only wait patiently, like a sleuth
For in time, it will be revealed, this answer.
So where is my love and where did I put my purpose?
They can’t be found in the words of another
Or the things that you do
They won’t be found under your bed
Or hidden secretly in your head.
They’re not anywhere that you can find
For in this quest you are blind.
You can only open yourself to this feeling
And understand that you’re only concealing
For you are love and your purpose is to
Live and reflect that
And for the time being just be in love with
Where you’re at!
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