Away from the noise
Squander time to explore
The silence amidst the voices
The breath in the pulse
The sigh in the quiet
The panting of reason and logic

She's never heard
The loudest gong bands bang!
And shallow hearts makes it preferred
While truth lies low, writhing in pangs
Ignored by the rhythm of myopism

I sound a cry of summon
To the despised ideas and lone streams
'Ungraced' by the fangs of mammon
Gold is often first deserted it seems
Until a mine is dug can the worth be fathomed

So lay low and grow in solitude,
Thou men of character and attitude
Though men play blind to your kind
Time makes treasures easy to find
Be calm, rest assured you're worth more than a zillion dime.
Time will award your due lot