Crystal Egg Poem by Etienne Charilaou

All the day, you're broken.
You're looking for something you like.

These cryptic words I perused
in a tome of wisdom in a dream.
I awoke surprised
for the words were my own!

Do external treasures not satisfy?
Do I not like myself then?

Are you seeking your true self
that you lost a long time ago?
Will you then like what you find?

What a poser! What a problem!
But a novel solution presents itself:
Leave the puzzle unsolved!
Then perhaps you may grapple without regret?

Even a crystal Amethyst egg
snapped in twain has value.