Footprints of time glaze the surface
His deep sighs lift the desert's music
Once upon a time, he lost his compass
Far and wide he was forced to seek
But instead, only to discover man's curse
A secret in a chest at the highest peak.
From birth he has walked across many plains
Barefoot under the scorching heat
Explored the jungles of concrete, the tropics
Even the one hardest to beat...
Filled with dark caves and webs of deceit
Where few venture and most admit defeat.
Now long-limbed, supple and still young at a glance
He is already tired of mock discoveries
He now, like many, yearns to make sense
Of the signs and images of forgotten stories
Yet it just feels as he's peering through a lens
He has only this, no other worries...
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