A Miners Philosophy

The man's heart grows heavy
As he contemplates
He sits to think, too vast, too deep
Feelings rushed in time, in this limitless wait
Chronos is against us
He can no longer hesitate
Emotions roll and tears may fall
The gut jolting stretch of a young man's heart
May he learn to love
In this cold damp dark
Or will it be lost in this racing cart
Amidst the depths of this diamond speckled mine
We mine like philosophers
But with luck as such, no answers found
Prospecting for this long lost art
With expectations much too high
These caverns twist and turn with our fate
Too sudden a move and left in the dark
For a second lost, may be too late
As the man's heart sinks as if turned to stone

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another of my favourites.