Random Thoughts
The more messed up the beginnings the greater the destination
In a humble village, where dreams seemed far,
Lived a boy in a wheelchair, who reached for a star.
With a spirit so fierce, though his body was weak,
He yearned for the heavens, a destiny unique.
Determined he was, not hindered by plight,
He crafted jet engines to soar into flight.
From the ground to the clouds, his spirit did climb,
Turbo jets on his chair, defying all time.
But the clouds weren’t enough for this dreamer so bold,
He built rockets to venture where stories are told.
To outer space he journeyed, with fire and grace,
The stars in his eyes, the cosmos to chase.
Yet the stars were just steps in his boundless quest,
A hyper drive next, for he couldn’t rest.
Across the galaxy, his adventures did span,
From nebulae bright to the dark planet’s span.
He saw wonders untold, galaxies far and wide,
Met beings of light, with wisdom as guide.
His heart grew stronger with each passing star,
For his journey was endless, no dream too far.
He returned to his village, with tales of the skies,
A beacon of hope, with star dusted eyes.
The wonders he’d seen, the strength he had gained,
A testament to dreams, though beginnings were pained.
From humble starts, to the galaxy’s end,
The boy showed the world where courage can send.
For no dream refuses a dreamer so true,
The more messed up the start, the further dreams flew.
His story a legend, a beacon of light,
Proving strength comes from struggle, and dark turns to bright.
The essence of his journey, in every heart’s theme,
That the greatest destinations are born from a dream.
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