Sun Salutations

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.

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