The Mirror of Wishes

We look in the mirror of wishes and see,
Unsatisfaction looking back on thee.
So we go out and get rich
And buy ourselves so much in which,
We wallow around and look again.
There is ourselves, still, with a silly grin.
And yet you still long,
For something is still wrong.
In your life, something missing.
So you go out listening.
For the thing that calls you,
You get rid of your things.
And spread your wings.
Then you find it.
What for so long you sought,
Finally the thing is caught,
In your arms.
Without raising any alarms.
Finally you look in the mirror and see:
Nothing.
What were you missing?
Love.