mistaken treasure
you never quite are thankful enough;
you have a job that you love,
people around you who cherish your ways,
and you are leaving behind a trace;
a book of rhymes that represents a diary.
why wait for the day in which they fire me,
if i can quit this instant, pack my things and go?
some things she keep hidden, some things she won’t show.
i respect that greatly, yet we differ too much.
perhaps i am too obsessed with her touch,
and in the midst of that pleasure,
i’ve mistaken her for treasure.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.