Wisdom
Always looking for it outside yourself.
In that person, or that one, with the cool new shoes.
That celeb – uh oh, there they go to rehab, maybe not them after all.
Maybe in a pill bottle?
Maybe Prozac, maybe Klonopin?
I hear something new called Abilify is all the rage. Will that make me wise and hip and sage?
Maybe meditation and yoga and prayer?
Will God come calling if I quiet the rage?
Wisdom, where is it? I need it, I want it.
You look like you have it – won’t you give it?
I’m lost, I want to know,
How you look, so hip, slick, and cool.
What do you mean, that you’re lost too?
What do you mean that I have the answer?
I don’t, I don’t.
Don’t you dare make me see – that I had any answers, the whole time, inside of me.
http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/Elizabeth-Gilbert-Talk-from-O-Magazines-10th-Anniversary-Video