Desire

Grant me that which I desire.
Let me stand next to your fire.
Like the moth unto the flame,
Immolate me just the same.

Between

To find the exit from this loop,
I think I'll follow only truth.
A man, he can, be proven weak,
And truth eludes the one who seeks.

Pursue and search, it's best to find.
Where X is marked, it's best to mine.
And treasure surfaced from between,
It shimmers, yet cannot be seen.

Table land

On bended knee you pray, "Allow my feet to stand,
On purchase not too high, as long as table land."