The surface
Is it better left unknown?
I couldn’t help it
Wanted to dig
To dig deeper
And quicker
Convinced the soil could only grow richer.
Couldn’t miss the opportunity
To be the first to acquire
To acquire my heart’s great desire.
But then my digging
It seemed to lose its rhythm
I no longer saw a clear path.
Scrambling, I know
I can get back on track.
Or maybe this surface has lost all hope
Dried up and
Leaving me with nothing but
The cold air and uncertainty.
I must go
What lies beneath was better left unknown.