Round and round

All the old songs
  even memorized phrases
Go round and round
  in my head, and one word
Keeps cycling to
  the surface from the pools
Within the deep
  rooted wisdom, it can't
Be bought or
  possessed, it is not
Something you have
  or don't have, you can't
Hope to bottle
  it or sell it, it is
Eternal and genuine
  harder and more precious
Than any diamond
  it has many facets, many
Who believe in the
  truth of it and pass it freely
To others because
  at our root we all desire
It want to be a part
  of what it can do, love