In our world's most crowded streets,
Often in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force
In tracking out our true, original course;
I long to inquire into the mystery of this heart
Which beats a single tune, a life melody to impart
So I must start a bucket list, before less sands in time
And seek that obscured from view, experience to make mine
Adventures, once in dream space, a threshold now to cross
Reaching into an abyss to mark the heart, no opportunity loss
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