Mirage
You strive so hard,
To see what’s not there.
You begin conjure,
As you sit there and stare
Of glory and riches,
And greatness of all kind,
But what you are really seeing
Is only your mind.
Still you move left and right,
To get a better view,
Of the great glory and power,
That only exists in you.
Your blind faith has taken you,
And from that comes no relief.
But pain and sorrow,
Lay still at your feet.
But those who seek,
The truth behind it all,
They have true riches
They shall not fall.
For the answers lie,
Not in the answers themselves,
But in the question asked,
Just look within yourself.
