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I am as colorful as a painting of the world I've seen Every scar tells a story, every action beholds a dream Of collecting every drop of life into my open pores Experience more than what an aperture records I've grown bored and yet insatiable to breathing different air The reflection of adventure gets lost within my stare Nine thousand, five hundred, and fifty five suns Have been the guiding light to what hides in the horizon And so the chase continues as far as these dreams can go Making waves to every shoreline, squishing sand between my toes.