Treasure

In the ancient past began the hunt

We are now at the forefront

There is no help from beyond the skies

As long as we call home a bed of lies

The mind, holder of the key

To the lock that separates you and me

It opens when we are done with searching

Through belief, and we finally start living

The treasures we seek like to change forms

With time, which brings with it new charms

Emptying our hands, we can seek a new dig

We will have to get off the mind, an unwieldy rig

When we regain the childhood treasure

Full of joy without any measure

The hunt will finally end, there’s no looking further

The riches are enjoyed, when we remain an observer