An obscure gesture,
Something that I cannot measure,
Plainly laid before my eyes.
Simple movement with careful planning,
Just as a ship requires careful manning.
Was entirely precise.
Once it acquired what it wanted,
Never will it be located,
By any feeble minded man.
Here it lies, there it turns,
Never once has made returns.
Now it moves ever closer,
Move back run away,
Don't stay,
Or look at it in any way.
Wise full words indeed
For which my ears had no need.
Closer closer it approached.
Forgive me for I am weak.
I am man, natures freak,
The one created by sin.
The treasure that it took
Could be easily mistook,
To a simple needless thing.
No use for it anywhere,
except for there.
What does it matter?
I am here and it is there.
It can be found everywhere,
That Precious treasure.
How easily can it be taken?
When it's so carelessly mistaken,
As a common thing.
You and I knew better
The truth of the matter.
So how is it?
Our precious treasure,
That has eternal measure,
No longer has pleasure.
