The Idea Man
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.