Shoveling My Life

In this pristine pleasant land, I live and survive,

Flawless ground which lets its life revive,

Through droughts and floods, I live and survive,

But my needs join my greed, and make me strive.

My thirst amidst the desert, makes me dig deep,

With my shovel of talent, and what do I reap?

I clear my thirst, digging down into the deep,

Leaving behind the mud, the sins which I reap.

But at last I get stuck, in the floors of the dark,

I hear no sounds, but the songs of the lurk.

With no means to get out, trapped and disembarked,

Out of my own greed, wanting more to fill the ark.

The shovel of my talent, makes me go mad,

When in pairs with my greed, it makes me a cad,

Using it to fill the deepest dark pits of this world,

Would make me escape, this scene so cold.