Seeking Hidden Treasure
I am a gate keeper
I hold the keys to unlock greatness
Yet I only allow the entrance of some
Many have approached, desiring to open the gate and learn who I am
Though the seekers' intentions of friendship may be genuine, their standards and beliefs are far from
mine
Somehow, I shun and welcome them simultaneously
I have realized our immense incompatibility
But my kindness and tolerance impedes complete isolation from the gate
Instead of friends, seekers are transformed into mere acquaintances
I have an innumerable amount
I am left to become a seeker myself
Searching for someone reliable, compatible
A fellow gate keeper willing unlock greatness with me
For a great friend, a true friend, is a hidden treasure
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