Digging

Grabbed my shovel
Ready to dig
Beneath the surface
Beneath the visible layers
That are so obvious and apparent
To find something more...
The sun shines high in the sky
The wind blows breezily through the trees
The scene is set
And I?
I am ready...
One shovelful...
Two...
I see treasures!
Shimmering in shades of gold and silvers,
Glimmers of red and hints of blue,
Gems, precious stones,
And more, and more!
I have hit a gold mine!
A diamond's rough
Is mine!
And I continue,
Digging
Digging...
I am in the hole now,
The shadows creeping around me,
The treasures piling up...
More...
More...
It's getting hot now...
Hotter...
Hotter....
Where am I?
What is this place?
Where did the sun go?
And the breeze?
My treasures may reach the sky
But I can't see it!
The heat,
Oh, it's unbearable!
I dug too deep.
Those visible layers are now gone,
So far away,
And those comforts of knowing the obvious
Are far from my reach.
The treasure... once so precious
Where has it gone?
Why has the sun dissappeared?
I only wanted to know,
To find more,
To understand the depths...
Does digging deeper,
Mean losing myself,
Within the darkness that comes,
With going lower and lower,
To find more?
And in this struggle to know,
When is enough,
Enough?
When is too much,
Just right?
Treasures....
Digging...
Did I dig too deep?
Should i set my shovel aside
And climb out of the rut
That I put myself in?
Or do I expand the sides of my hole?
And if I do that,
How can I get myself out?
So far deep...
Digging?
Or done?