• Day and night, I will not stop
    Every answer must be found
    Running down the street
    Until I can hear the first drop of sound.

    It may take years, if not decades
    Discoveries are to be seen
    It is dark, and I'm not found
    There is nothing I find in my sheen.

    All questions remain unanswered
    Things relating to life's poll
    I would do anything to find them
    Whatever remains in its toll

    The outside won't slow me down
    Rain, sleet, shine, or snow
    Life in the past has several more mysteries
    My own hand-to-hand process grows slow.

    No key required
    Truths are to be colored, not black and white
    They can't evade from me forever
    Or try to hide from out of sight

    One way path
    No turning back
    I prefer to know what lies so many years below
    And there won't be anything I would lack

    So many to dig out
    So little to find
    They were hidden from me long ago
    Not one shall be left behind

    Lucky number seven
    An unfortunate thirteen
    I would rather take my time to search for truths
    And try to expose anything unseen.

    Silent years passing by
    Nothing found
    Anything I could find in a mass
    Will be located within Earth's bound.

    Thousand eyes watching from above
    Time to recover the last of them
    Hands full of sand
    I would uncover an object shining like a gem.