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Treasure Chest
The phone keeps buzzing, my ears keep ringing.
At dodging questions I’m at my best.
As my mind keeps racing I’m still clinging
Resolutely to his treasure chest.
The actions now fade in and out,
Consciousness not a given.
Of purity I’m long past doubt.
Can I please be forgiven?
Oh, show up he did, but perhaps too late,
And I must face the truth
That only now I see did lie in wait,
Absconding with my youth.
Is it too late to be one of the blessed?
Did I lose the key to his treasure chest?
