By nature we’re curious nomads. Eons have passed in this state, and civilization is our legacy. Our genetic code is full of memories. The plans we create are not modest in nature, because we show unity in the chase. We can feel that nature is jealously hiding something from us, something kept in secrecy, untold. And we are grasping, one step at a time, slowly but surely.
Emotions are subtle and tender, down to the very core of us. Tastes have become thinned and refined, we’ve learned what we desire. We take action, and all actions are decisive, aiming for the lot. Dreams were never small, they all have the same seductive cinnamon scent.
Space we create is made of imagination, and in our creation we enjoy blessings of our endless potentials by creating our version of eternity. We are time travelers, never holding any secret from it.
Our days are strong, in the hunt we’re always gentlemen, never savages. And the nights, they’re beyond enchanting. We love because we feel like it, don’t need a special reason for that. All people create the soft spot in the heart, and beautiful women are the only vices we’ve learned to hold most dear, close to us. And good wine and fast ride, they make everything mentioned above even more enchanting.
Bold in our intentions, we live proudly in the wilderness within, projecting it all around us – our own version of Arcadia.
Let’s forget modesty and admit that we’re fully seduced to our very bones. Let’s not remain shy, like innocent bystanders, create an everlasting dejavu and trap ourselves in another loop.
Let’s act appropriately to this lure that we call life.
We ought to sing our ode fearlessly, hollering for dreams of joy from our dreamlike depths.