Self - Conscious

I remember what I am here for, What is meant for me to do Against internal pressure That like a steam, it may be removed... In a place so beautiful That ambitions I will not miss And rewards of man be still, An offer frequently remiss... Imagination lingers As does curiosity With this in mind, I let my fingers Create beauty and luminosity... I cannot deny the clues, The pages inside me read, Compare with those of nature, What more certainty does one need? In union with the abstract, My treasure has high value And with this currency extract, It secretly becomes a burial... ©All Rights Reserved-2012