When I ponder,
On the wonders.
Those gifted to me,
And those for me to give.

I'm certain, a lot is my worth.
Too bad, I cannot be worth it all.
Necessary it is to choose the gem that shines.
Among my pearls hidden behind.

Could be a direct arrow,
Shot to a meal, long overdue.
Or rather a meal,
Awaiting beneath the digged.

Will time really run-out?
If I am unable to figure my jewel out now.
For it might not be ready,
To be explored and...