Clearing this Mine
Through the mountain of time
To uncover what gems it might hold

Scouring my part
In this grim stony heart
Trying to dig my way out of the dark
Of the rocky enclosure we’re sold

And I hear of these tales
Of sunsets and whales
Of forests and skies made of cloud

Of people who topple
The mountain of man

Sounds dandy~
But I’m not allowed