From Dreamer To Digger Poem by Iggy Mizuh

I'm tired of dreaming,
I'm tired of being a dreamer,
I think it is time to face reality as, 

I can't carry on waiting for manna. 

I can't carry on as a waitperson for others, 

As I kill time waiting endlessly like a waif.


No qualm dreaming, though, you think of it

But I can't live my life woolgathering, just

Dreaming of a flamboyant, farfetched future, 

Even when I can barely feed myself like a dog, 

Sometimes wolfing on the leftovers of wolves.


At least I've a brain to think and my eyes to see.
Eyes to see the reality of life, and options to face it, 

Face up to the truth and face my foes to work out,
My way out, and out of the doldrums of idleness.


I'll be a digger, not gold digger, and dig my goals

I'll dig Gold, not Silver not even Bronze for myself

I know I can dig, and I'll dig even deeper and deeper

For hidden treasures and even become a treasurer.