I dig through to my core
Many tonnes of mud for a few grams of gold
What i destroyed in the process
Intentionally ignored
Haunted mansion now
Nature is taking over
It's fixing itself, after i stopped trying
Metal machinery has rusted
Fertilizing the path for growth
Borrow the leftovers
Beg, plead and steal
Breathing in the change, staying still
Allowing to be repaired
Accepting the trauma
Everything dies in the end
Happiness, humans and the planet
Making the journey comfortable for both
What we can't see or fathom
Is a bigger reality than what we know
BhaShe
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