The Cities of Gold
A new species,
In the mist appears
Darkness disappears,
In his binocular spheres
Never seen before smiles
To conquer primitive fears
Overcoming basic instincts
To rule he was destined
The beauty of his offspring
Bright as a fresh ray of spring
An innovative, beautiful mind
Leaving the prehistoric behind
He ran like a Kenyan
He fought like a Spartan
And told stories like a historian
And healed gladiators like a physician
He is a galactic child
Searching for the cities of gold
For all his life he was told
Go wild before you get old
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