No Stone Left Unturned

There is no path beaten, beneath my feat. No limits but the sky where my eyes meet, at the edge of forever, where I stand; I'm only alive if I leap.

I've tip-toed around responsibility, but met my moments of destiny. I keep few possessions, and my load light; I want nothing more than to be free to roam wherever I set my sights.

Imagination used as road maps, with no discernable destination ever identified, though landing fortuitously on my feet each and every time.

The excitement of each adventure, and the lessons learned from the losses; unintentionally built a rewarding foundation of experiences that justify what the cost was.

My calloused hands and sweat beat brow are no stranger to labors in the Sun's heat, but shade under the tree of knowledge, I've also rested my feet.

An oath I swore to protect, in service to the nation, I learned a virtuous creed. By those, however out of greed, values were merely advertised, while interests pursued instead, created hypocrisies.

The World my canvas, painted with my presence. The lines and shapes I have made, created by a diverse pallet of people in all colors and shades.

Beauty and opulence, to poverty and destruction; The anxiety of combat to the elation of humanitarian reconstruction. The world's natural beauty to manmade technological might. It all built & destroyed within my sight.

Without regret, forward I face, never looking back, never to return, In my relentless pursuit of the American Dream, I leave no stone unturned.