We Are Under
Eyes within Itself
One With, Our Time
Times past, Marcos sailing over oceans blue. Always looking for challenges, seeking something new.
Never content, yearning to explore.
Friends thought him crazy. His desire to see more.
A voyage he alone, adventure believed great. One with the world. Let nature decide his fate.
Held the belief so much to see.
Clues lay ahead considered mystery.
Grown wiser always asking where and how.
Marcos returning home, his journey far from complete.
Gazing up at the heavens.