This six feet of apathy,
Let the epitaph simply read:
Expired from lack of exploration.
We came to settle into this belief,
That there are no more blank spaces on the map,
All the frontiers have been assessed and categorized;
The western expansion now stops at our door steps.
When we lose our dreams we lose our stories.
Now we think there are no more dragons left to slay,
No more princes and princess to save;
Fantasy has become forgotten, no longer an inspiration.
We've replaced the uncomfortable awe of the unknown
For the pleasant numbing of the familiar.
A pause and a rest, in measured time,
Is fine to be sure but we have left much to see.
Row upstream,
Sleep somewhere new,
Maintain eye contact with strangers,
Try art, try music, try books;
At least try to find some place new.
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