Buried deep underneath the rocks and dirt

A prize lay dormant until the time comes

An oasis hiding in the desert

A diamond hidden away in the slums

Waiting for one's grasp, a sword in a stone

Seen in the world, thought only as common

Seen as cliché, something old and shown

Existing and then to be forgotten

We may not recognize it here and now

Searching for the treasure found in a book

A valuable most will disavow

A talent people tend to over look

A preciousness held that has no measure

That highly sought out unfounded treasure

Many stumble on it, but walk away

Most would steal it and suffer through shame

Many question it, only to delay

Most would use it, exclusively for fame

Some search their entire life to the end

Most toss it aside finding the thought droll

Some take through betrayal, ending condemned

Most destroy others, seeking out control

Few sieve through the sands of the hourglass

Most see the surface if to the illusion

Few see past what has been deemed underclass

Most get lost on the route in confusion

All who search will find a destination

All will be found through determination

Living not noticed, passed by every day

Seem for only what the people see

Acted upon from the words people say

Ignoring the vast possibility

Instance indulgence, refusing to wait

Fools rush in where the angels fear to tread

Caring for the gold that it can inflate

Yet in the end, poverty is the dread

When the shine dulls, it will be tossed aside

One that is deemed no longer of good use

Left alone, true worth unidentified

Abandoned, left to live as a recluse

Now only seen as decrepit and old

Waiting to tell the tale that's left untold

We must dig past our rubble of doubt

Move past the entrance where the walls crumble

Avoiding the traps laid across our route

Steady footing, trying not to stumble

Pass the tests that force us to show our strength

Create the influence sharing smiles

Show you are willing to go to any length

Advancing beyond life's given trials

Into the heart, where one of a kind sits

Laying within one's own reality

Obtained only through a life one admits

Looking past others immorality

Searching within, those of patience will find

The treasure we seek, our own peace of mind