INTREPID SOUL

Yes, I have been to many lands
and scoured the lanscapse of the moons.
I've gone unfettered by all ties
and heard the stars sing angels' tunes.
I've wafted through the Milky Way
and drank the nectar from a star.
I'm Man, whose feet are made of clay
but has a spirit to inspire
immortal actions, heroes' deeds,
and thoughts that reach beyond our time.
I seek for God to challenge Him
with no good reason nor good rhyme—
except that I myself must feed
my ego, feeling quite sublime!

— Buck Allen

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