The morning came with the clearest of blue sky
Not a sound could be heard across the plain
In a world of sand, there’s nothing to gain
It’s time to go - to search, to satisfy
There’s gotta be something better out here
Why not go out there and try finding it?
The feet move, the fists clench and the teeth grit
The eyes look forward, revealing no fear
The pace grows steadily with momentum
The heart is filled with a sense of purpose
The stride has power but is never cut terse
The smile is warm as the rays of the sun
I will do this because I said I could
And the sun’s rays have never felt so good
10th March 2005
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