Esoteric Business

Amongst trials of the soul,

Faced with tests of the integral.

Kept a smile full of gold,

And a chest remained of treasure.

But am I so special, no?

Well, what else could I endeavor?

But to retain my idio,

In a game of misconceptions.

From my noggin to my toe,

I sustain a clear perception.

From the island to the coast,

In the plains of mere collection.

My company does not fold,

I’m the giver of directions.

My existence can’t be sold,

It is only resurrected.

I am business of the cosmos,

That is to be consumed by the esoteric.