The Explorer

When the volcano erupts

The explorer does not run from it

He sits there observing

Wondering what happened

What caused the eruption?

How does this spectacular, devastating display work?

Where does it get its power from?

So the explorer, defining instinct

Heads towards it

He seeks the source, he has to understand

If he does not understand how it works

How can he tell anyone else?

He knows that people must know how it works

In the quiet times, he wonders if it’s all worthwhile

Should he stay home & settle into comfort?

But the explorers’ soul was built for adventure

So onwards he bounds, to discover the great unknown.

 

 

 

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