These exploration proceed with excitement.

The beauty of the thing I meet

Is only surpassed by the beauty of the thing I see ahead

And probably can not reach

The hardest thing

Is to make the unknown appear as it is.

It has a weakness for taking on appearances,

For drawing mists across my path.

But I stare openly

And tear through clouds

To see what it really looks like;

The slightest miss step

And I am off the road, the mood is broken.

This anger spices my exploration.