We’re looking. For something so simple.

So simple, that we can’t hold it in our hands. Or in our heads.

So we look to him. To her. To them. To there.

We look to everywhere but here.

To when. To then. But not to now.

It’s hidden just beyond our cleverness.

So we presume it’s out there.

But perhaps it’s in here.
END

Do think about the riddle, remembering that it’s hidden just beyond cleverness.

So DON’T THINK TOO HARD. Doing so will get you somewhere. But most probably somewhere over there.
Source: Not me (its much too clever) www.soulbiographies.com