Honest heroes
Gladly defy the safety of sacred norms
They dare to yearn
For the contours of the universe
And all of its mighty, unseen splendor

Beneath the fiery gaze
Of gilded impassioned hope
Outlaws swiftly ascend
For the far-fetched troves
They were long ago, urged to defer from

The soft, yet pestering refrain of why
Garnishes every transient moment
The waning hours
Shroud in bottomless inquiry

Towering beings
Spearhead for the rich unknown
To flounder or flourish
For immense clarity
Or the grave scowl of unease

Never mind the complacent
The perfectly snug
And blissfully fulfilled
The bold still lurch for the hearth of glory
No matter how reckless, uncertain or obscure

Grief and turmoil
Can never dispel
The determined reveries
Of the hungry outlaw