The so-called best must exist somewhere
It ain’t ordinary or counterfeit, beware
It’s a-simmering in Top Chef’s cookware
Swirling concentric circles in crystal stemware.
Do you want it? Don’t you care?
Bid on it. Say a prayer.
Gotta have it? Truth or dare?
It’s out there. Who’s the seller?
Wanna buy it? Who’s the sucker?
If you believe the age-old rumor
The best ain’t anywhere but rather
In the eye of the beholder.
Your best, has it been hiding?
The best of you, gone missing?
Your edge, your drive, out gallivanting?
Your passion, your senses, gone fishing?
Do you ever catch yourself a-wishing
For days of funning and sunning?
Less rushing, less fumbling, less grumbling?
More loving, more living, more being?
Not so much doubting, more believing?
Whether you’re happy, whether you’re blue
Whether you cheer, whether you boo
Your best? It lies within you.
Ask TinyBuddha, she”ll say ’tis true.
Where I’m blocked, there’s always qi
Whether I protest, whether I agree
Whether I stay, whether I flee
Doesn’t matter much, this I see.
This is reality, not like Disney.
My best? It resides within me.
Kiss the ground, hug a tree.
Don’t need to pay a fee.
I know it, this wisdom’s free.
Best wishes, from me to thee.
- Do you seek the best things in life?
- How much does comparison figure in your day to day living?
- When are you at your best?