Treasure-Hunter

TREASURE-HUNTER: I didn't come this far by chance, Because I didn't have the map based on my stance. I'm not a pirate hiding to plunder, Neither am I just a passenger, Travelling in search for a greener pasture. I've confided myself in the heavenly King. The one in whom the world exists. Trials have laid on me necessities to learn. And at every minute do I raise my pen, Jotting down everything for future reference. I might not be around to jump on defence, To easily explain this journey at an expense. The learned will understand this essence, Which will make my narrative very simple. I'm a modern day prehistoric man adorned in ancient apron. Living in the land of civilisation, My cognition is primitively hooked. Dwelling in the bossom of integration, I'm no way conforming to be a crook. The bellow blows in the midnight, Causing me to rise and stay over night. I watch the fireflies in the field, As they create beautiful spiral motions as they thrill. I appear with a strong point of hope, Of which I don't struggle to uphold. I'm on deliberate routes digging for gold, So I don't care even if I'm old. Perhaps, I'm the last survivor, Searching through ages for survival. And nothing is really breaking me down, Since at last I will wear the crown. Call me the treasure-hunter, And I will answer.