Random Thoughts
The best way to improve your drive toward that which matters to you most is to become a purer version of yourself
In the galaxy’s quiet embrace, under starlit gaze,
A lover’s face etched in lines of silent blaze.
A man, a myth, his heart a raging fire,
Holds dear the image of love, his deepest desire.
His touch is a whisper, his thoughts a loud scream,
Chasing the ghost of her in every dream.
As muscle and metal, so vividly shown,
Reveal the pure heart that beats beneath the unknown.
To find his true essence, strip away the veneer,
The more he is real, the more she feels near.
For in the purity of self, no shadows cast,
Only love that is true, steadfast and vast.
His drive, a beacon that lights up the night,
Is fueled by love, by doing what’s right.
For the closer he gets to his core, so raw,
The more his soul, without falter, does draw.
So sculpted in fire, and crafted in pain,
His journey to self. a love not in vain.
For as he becomes what he’s truly meant to be,
He clings to the love, that sets him free.
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