I saw the destination,
From afar in the haze of childhood dreams,
I climbed clumsily and lazily along,
At mind blowing speeds,
Like a twitching Grand Daddy long-legged spider,
Missing a leg,
Over melting mountains of ice cream,
I thought I’d take my plastic helicopter,
To soar over pinnacle of the pyramid of self actualization,
But I only had five senses to explore all of creation,
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