I love the persona of explorers,
Fearless and limitless in unending pursuit of thrill, adventure and excitement,
Taking long walks with hands locked together,
Smiling and picking silly fights when exploring new terrain,
Or simply gazing at the darkening shade of the sky,
Slowly but steadily dimming to signal the passage of time,
However, the rules are broken tonight,
In a twist of fate we get to spend the night together,

Camping beside the fireplace not so far from the ship anchored ahead,
But then I jolt back to reality, wishing I never woke up from my sleep.
Only if I could write the scripts…

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