You know not what you see
Not what you may be
Still you seek out
Holy lands of the east
High tales of the north
Great knowing lurks above
The unseen only talked of
Womb of exploration
Never touched nor seen
Seven bodies of water dry out of liquid
A velvet eye sees none other
Ignorance was to blame
Time meets essence
Gold sands hide golden secrets
Harboring years of lost time
Dirt fills my mouth
Exploring the depths of the earth
The universe on brink of rebirth
Heir of the voyager's throne
We leave tomorrow
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