No Sword, No Shield

Walk with a strong gait
You might be late
The passage of time never waits

I came, I saw, I conquered
I exit my home like it’s a bunker

No sword, no shield, just a camera in hand
The world is so open, so much land

Perhaps we don’t need another Alexander the Great
To conquer photography is my fate

The physical realm is where the last men fell
Eternity is where we shall dwell