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Old Unrefined Material I've been given a shovel,
and I start digging,
Day after day,
Deeper the hole gets.
Some days not so much,
Some days a whole lot,
Digging deeper,
Wondering how far it can go.
Amazing it seems,
It gets tougher to dig,
Hit clay, rock,
And yet, still digging.
What's this madness in people?
Finding a shovel,
And digging, digging,
Don't they know?
The deeper the hole,
The harder it is to get out,
Don't they know?
They look foolish.
What's stranger is,
Even hitting rock bottom,
The shovel is stronger,
As the hole gets deeper.
No part of the earth,
Can keep me from digging,
Keep us from digging,
And why do we do it?
Maybe we're looking for treasure,
Or perhaps trying to bury ours,
Whatever the reason,
It seems all so crazy.
