Unknown Lands

It does not matter who we are, nor what we’ve done or seen.

It matters not what things we own, nor where we’ve gone or been.

The gods care not for petty things, like men and all their dreams;

they only wish for better times

when trees are gold and green.

You think you have to live your days so doomed to die a damned,

just waiting for the moment when the small become the grand.

Do never wait, do never waste the time placed in your hands;

for waiting is a sin. Now go

and walk the unknown lands.