• What is it?

    This which we pass to our children,
    but keep inside for ourselves in greed,
    that which reflects and radiates from the sun,
    but also idols in the shunning beams of the icy moon.

    I would give it all for my friends and family,
    and spare none for those who would harm them,
    if I could put it in a bottle and keep it somewhere safe,
    away from the harsh outside world that rejects it.

    I have only known it once, and now it seems, I've lost it forever,
    I've spent my life seeking it once more,
    but I'm beggining to realize that it may be a one time thing,
    I give it all away, and it seems I recieve none in return.

    What is this thing, my friends,
    this thing that gives us such pleasure,
    yet makes us hurt and ache so,
    if you have not said it to yourself yet,

    then you must not know,
    the answer is quite simple,
    it takes all these words to describe it,
    yet it is indescribale.

    What is it?
    If you have yet to figure it out,
    and you still don't know by now,
    then you don't need to know.

    What is it?