Yearning for more
You build a house with walls so fine,
With polished floors and grand design,
Yet when you sit in silence there,
It feels so empty, cold, and bare.
You wear the clothes of highest price,
Of silk and gold, refined and nice,
Yet in the mirror, deep inside,
You feel like someone else in disguise.
You find a love admired by all,
The fairest face, the grandest call,
Yet without truth, respect, and grace,
Her heart remains a distant place.
You earn a wage that many chase,
With steady work and social praise,
Yet every night your thoughts still roam,
For meaning you have never known.
You gather wealth in growing heaps,
More than enough for wants and needs,
Yet something quiet, soft, and true,
Still whispers, “This is not for you.”
You seek the best that care can give,
To heal the body so you live,
Yet wounds unseen, buried deep,
Refuse to rest, refuse to sleep.
You have it all, or so it seems,
Still chasing more through restless dreams,
For peace is not in things you own,
But found within your heart alone.