Even when I was a very young man
I was looking for the purpose of life
I was looking for happiness all over
In fame and in glamor,
In wealth and in splendor,
not knowing how foolish it was.
Happiness is not out there
Happiness is not in wealth or
Happiness is inside me,
In my mind,
In my thoughts,
It is in my perception of the world.
We are the expression of our
thoughts, dreams and desires.
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