How can we look at lives

And not feel passion?

Why are stories of adventure

All lying quietly in our past?

Where is the zeal pushing

Us to live before we die?

How can we ignore our

Calling to explore?

Why do we deny

Our chances to thrive?

Where is our drive

For greatness?

How can we go through life

Missing the glory of every sunset?

Why are we not all out

Ascending mountains?

Where does our adventurous

Soul lie during the stagnant day?