It is Mine that is Mined,
Being of Mine Mind,
For,
I know,
That it is only me,
Keeping myself company.
For what reason,
I do not know,
But boredom of me own mind,
With the passage of time,
Being absolute.
I am my hand,
I am my spade,
I am my soil,
I am that Jade,
Which asks me why,
I mined it to call mine,
To which,
I can only say,
That my mind felt like so,
Mining meaning,
From absolute value,
Moments to Memories,
My relative at peace,
Before I knew.