Fiery Refinement

My face like an open book tells it all
My tattered clothes reads it all
My dissociated skin interprets it best.
Yet, The decisions remains the same;
I will still try to make my best
Even when my best seems worst
Better or not, finer or coarse 
Crude or refined.
I will pull myself out with face high.

While others stampede 
To prospect money and wealth.
To prospect these things not for their own security and luxury,
But for the maintenance of her personality-
Of a skink marble skin.

I shall bend like a forged iron
And Pour out my soul
For it worth it, than money and wealth.
For where my soul wants to be;
There, money and wealth abounds.