Oh how he wished to wander far
to see peoples so dissimilar.
From his own, those tall tales
read, of temples toned and towers
fled, he wished to view them all.
Fail he might and forfeit some
unimportant trinket, win he would
a life understanding the great
continents and crushing oceans.
Contemplate the sunset in silence, in truth.
To turn those fictions to fact by
constant wandering on soil where
history bled her course, not for
he the sound and solid track ,
just behold everything or die in the attempt.
When finally he stops the pursuit
everything then shall start the speech.
Memories will make him feel
somehow a part of the greater
illustration and he will relieve it all.
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