Man divided the rising and setting Sun,
to pay exact wages when the work was done.
In early times they bartered,with things from the Earth.
Not printed paper these things had real worth.
In the old days they left their homes in search of valuable ore.
Blinding fear of places never been to before.
It's always about claims and the mother load,
Look at the stock market and mysteries she holds.
Blindly mans still seeking that internal quest,
to face all the odds emerging the richest and best.

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