Mystery Poem by Vevonulu Choo

Many people did wan
About their life being idle
They never know when to stop
The idleness of this life
Yet they live like they were filled
But deep down in their heart
Most of them were empty
Searching always for something
They do not know where to find
Yet they stoop here and there
To pick up the broken pieces of their life
Thinking that they could fixed
But they never did realize,
That they couldn't do anything
What's not being given to them
For life was given to them
But not to fixed the broken pieces
For there's only one who can fix
Fill up their empty heart
But they don't know where to find
What they were searching for
For the world blinded them
With all its pleasures and luxuries
That it remain a mystery to them.