Solution

It is no simple solution that we require,
It is not found in the words of a pop song,
A shallow love song that we briefly admire,
No, this is not that for which we long.

It is not in the great temples of our day --
With the streets paved with tile running through
And the objects in the rooms for which we fight and pay
Great prices, hoping they will satisfy and show us what's true.

It is not in lustful words whispered in the dark,
Nor kisses given, recieved, exchanged, desired,
Not in indepth conversations that betray one's heart,
Not in any of these things, though they are much admired.

No, after having searched and tried and quested,
And not having discovered, I must confess,
That after all the time and energy we have invested
In simple answers, we gain not more but less.