What is this thing called life of which we speak?
Is it experiences we have or those we seek
Is it something to be earned
or lessons to be learned
as we travel through it blindly week to week

And what about this other thing called "me"
Am "I" not there for all the world to see
Or is that just my skin
just a vessel "I" am in
Is that the place where the "me" I seek should be

And finally there's that little thing called love
The quest to find who fits you like a glove
It starts with a first date
interview for a soul mate
And  ends with the release of a single dove.

Now seeking all these treasures is a ride
and once discovered there's no place for them to hide
So believe me when I say
they're close to home not far away
Look closely at yourself, for they're inside