Abstract

I am indefinite
I'm not a person, I'm not a place
I'm not a thing, not an event
I am a figure on a surface

I may not be what you see me 
And I have a lot of faces 
My value rises everyday 
I am prized as I ages 

So do not tell me I am nothing 
For I could be everything 
Do not judge me like a book 
If you don't know how to look
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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