So many ways of seen I’ve seen

So many ways of unseen as well
To too many places of thoughts I’ve been
And held within my hand what eyes can spell

Someone might take the seeds and pearls
To make a new crown through thick and thin
Or plant my seed in windy whirls
Plant them in places I haven’t been

Perhaps a heaven peaceful paths
Perhaps a hell of my best intentions
I won’t live long enough to see the aftermaths
To see it grow in many dimensions