We have buried Wisdom
In the backyard of our souls
Exchanged it for information
Available every where we go
We want to know why
And who and where
Forgetting about Wisdom
That is waiting there
Information is here and now
It's microwaved
But it is already old then dead
Thirty seconds after it has been saved
Information is televised,
Publicized, sanitized
It is what I cling to
To verify that I am still alive...
All the while stealing my life
Wisdom is slow, It is deep
It gives life as it flows
It goes deeper and causes my heart to grow
Compassion, love, and truth are the treasure it bestows
Wisdom is not flashy
It seeks no display
It teaches love and patience
And seeing more than my way
Wisdom is solid and ever true
It is not dependent
On what I do
It is the Living Treasure we've buried
In the back yard of our souls
But still...
I don't want what can remake me
I crave what fascinates me
There's no time for second guesses
Being still just distresses...
Me
'Cause I might see
That I've been wrong
