I took a walk on the moon, but didn't find what I was looking for.
Learned all the science and engineering,
Put in the hours, blood, sweat and tearing,
Strapped down in the seat, crossing my fingers,
Rocket thrust kicking, feeling still lingers,
But I didn't find it. It wasn't out there at all.

I sailed around the world, still fishing for something familiar.
Learned the knots to tie, learned to find my way,
Made the broad cloth hum dawn to end of day,
Smelled the sea breeze air, told time by whale song,
Was one with the deep, adrift all along,
But I didn't find it. It wasn't out there at all.

I became a learned man, delving for secrets in arcane knowledge.
Studied the old tomes, ancient script and text,
Soaked in the wisdom from one book to next,
Took in all the words until all was known,
Understood it all, but still no light shown,
But I didn't find it. It wasn't out there at all.

I finally stopped myself and took a look inside, deep, deep inside.
Alone with myself, 'twas then I could hear,
Still and unmoving the sound became clear,
From silence it swelled and burst out with song,
At peace and content, I'm where I belong,
I finally found it. It wasn't out there, but here.

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