Finding Poetry

I asked my dad where Poetry lived Curious, at the age of three He smiled and rubbed my gentle head “It is nearby”, he said to me So now I am in a search To find this mistical land But with no luck, I could not find Which surely I did not understand And I’ve already search the world With nowhere else to go And that’s when it hit me It lives within one’s soul So you don’t have to find where Poetry lives You just have to believe it’s true Because if you do believe in its existence Then it is already living in you