There is a life of Adventure out there, beyond the castle gate.
And you must seek and find it, my young, impatient son.
And you must seek to find it, in order to be great.
And maybe slay some dragons, to prove just what you’ve done.
Or maybe take a fatal risk, to shine light upon your fate.
And travel down life’s highways, to prove the honors that you’ve won.
But show some caution, and patience, don’t be late,
For the Spirit of Adventure is not a ghost, my son.
But, it may be a mummy when you meet upon that date,
So take some good advice, my boy, and speedy you must run!
The Iris of the Eye
Blue eyes, brown eyes… see differently,
Bur the eyes still see,
Immune to bright sun
Or comfortable with the blue-black shadow.
Whatever the color of the eye… the seeing is the important thing.
Have you ever noticed, that all the best artists,
The ones who see and record what they see the best,
Are now dead and gone?
And all we have left of them
Are the artifacts,
What their eyes beheld,
What their hand captured and interpreted,
In paint
Or picture
In book
Or song.
Or is it only that… the new eyes remain yet to be discovered?
Whatever color your eye is now,
The iris of the eye,
Won’t you look with me?
To see?
What yet we may uncover?
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