The Idea Man

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He walks the world with eyes unchained,

a mind like thunder, wild, untamed.

His thoughts take flight on unseen wings,

a symphony of restless things.


From heart and soul, his visions rise,

like whispered stars in midnight skies.

Each spark a flame, each dream a seed,

a fire to light the paths we need.


He builds with words, with hope, with art,

he bends the dark, he shapes the heart.

Where others see a wall, he finds

a doorway carved from fearless minds.


But ideas burn, and brilliance aches,

his restless soul forever wakes.

For though he gifts the world his spark,

he walks alone into the dark.


Just scratching where it itches!

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