Sight of the Lost Condor

Fly! Fly! Fly! my friend, sail wide, see those that see no more. Trust your sight, given, still the curiosity, of existing borders, cross those, the ones we have forgotten. Seek the wonders, offered, the ones that I have ignored. Pass your adventures onto myself, the dream, which I seek, needed to withstand the loss, self made ignorance, blindness of the adventure, which I implore. Ah, the existence of your being, gift given, I will adore. Fly, my friend, go to the limit, the destined end. Live your life well, stretch the joy of that lived, remember well, never doing, is the self made wrath.