Misplaced Wisdom


When searching for love,

We are willing to make the time to go every where,

As we know our wishing star is out there,

Some where;

And when it comes,

We want to catch it and make it our personal treasure.


Yet, when living in love,

We slowly lose the ability to appreciate

How especial is what we actually have,

Inside and outside;

And reality hits,

When we do not have it anymore.



Poem by Lucio Muņoz

Vancouver, BC, Canada