The Search For Everlasting Treasures Poem by Christian Rivera

Deep in the forests of my mentality
There is a lake of my morality
In the tropical heat of insanity
My soul succumbs to the fruits of vanity

The lake is drying fast as I drink it away
From years to months, I live day by day
The trees of my forest are a rotting decay
I'm allowing my whole world to turn gray

It's all in the name of pleasure
To watch my forest turn to a desert
In search of an everlasting treasure
But nothing really lasts forever

I walk the forest with its trees cut down
Far in the distance I see Temptation's Town
Blindly I walk the streets up and around
In search of a peace I never found