The sounds abound in places
I dare not go,
Calling, luring, beckoning me
To surrender serenity,
My tenuous grasp of humanity
To their shadowy promise
Of immortality.
I would surely go there
If my will were more
Than mere wonder,
If passion for adventure
And zeal for discovery
Were anything more
Than mere velleity.
Promises are cheap
And life is precious,
But this I know
And this I purpose:
Fear will not now or ever rule me.
— Lon Roberts
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