A Thought In The Night Poem by adam quinones

</>Oh, how my mind, it ponders
about such obscure wonders.
Of all the exquisite plunders,
I shall over time acquire
and threw it all I will transpire!

As for my son, i’ll leave the world.
And with his hands he will control,
the bounty that i’ll earn as toll,
from my knowledge and my poll!

But if you think I am nothing more then superficial,
then look again for I am far from artificial.
for this plastic mask I wear, for you,
to get close and take whats dear from, who?