What Is Gold? Poem by Lubna Hazeem

Im scarred and hurt by my own necessity
Fumbling through the desert for serenity
I hear the whisper of lusted perfection
In the vast deserts of self-affliction

I rise above the sands of trouble
In the abundant land called puzzle
With scarred hands i carry a shovel
To drown myself in the gritty puddles

Digging for the answers
You'd keep safely censored
But you haven't really found any
Nor do you think you ill find many
When they don't shine
Or do they....?
Do they, really? !

Oh, It could be the sand
It could be the sand itself
It could be gold......
Golden mines i'd never sell

Oh, It could be the sun
It could be the sun itself
It could be gold....
Golden mines i'd never sell
Ill just keep them for myself....
Ill just keep you for myself....

But where will i keep you
Where will you hide?
Sand, how would i seal you
When you can't fit inside?

And where will i keep you
Where will you hide?
Sun, how would i steal you,
When you're hanged up a sky?

Oh, what is gold
It's not what i know
Where is home?
When im left as it goes....
What is gold?
What is gold to you...?
Tell me.....
What is gold?
What is gold?
What is gold?
Oh.....