I’ve been thinking,
How to be a hunter
Of those treasures,
Mostly in the dark.

Could it be that it’s a wishful thinking,
Or even a nightmare
Like a deep bad dream
Product of the daily routine?

How should I know,
Whether it’s a fact or a fiction,
If I wouldn’t try to begin
One of the hottest issues of the land?

So I did began the journey immediately,
Packed all the things I considered most,
To be useful in this special endeavor,
But to my dismay, I failed shamefully.

All my preparations were all in vain,
For those treasures can’t be extracted,
If my heart was not ready
To receive those treasures in the dark.

By now I’m still within my zeal,
To have those treasures without my greed,
It was discarded a long, long time ago,
I’m now prepared to receive you instead.