As i was walking down the least walked path
A path only walked by treasure hunters
Looking for treasures
Yet the land was captioned treasure-less land
I saw the land beyond what could be seen by programmed electrical equipment's and human eyes
Because i am a miner
Carved my own path were was said non could be found
Crafted hard rocks which obscured my pathway
To which i saw what could only be conceived by my eyes
My nails pierced through hard rocks
Reaching to what has been seen by my eyes
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To which i saw what could only be conceived by my eyes and reaching to what i saw.. very fine portrayal of a great dream. tony