In discontent's embrace, progress finds its spark,
A whisper of dissatisfaction lighting the dark.
For in the heart of yearning, dreams take flight,
Pushing humanity beyond the bounds of night.
Restless souls seek more than what's known,
Challenging limits, seeking to be shown
The untrodden paths, the undiscovered lands,
Where innovation thrives and courage stands.
With every discontent, a revolution brews,
Ideas blossoming, breaking old taboos.
From dissatisfaction blooms invention's flower,
Fueled by discontent's relentless power.
So let discontent be the spur we embrace,
Driving us forward, to a brighter place.
For in its restless whispers, we find the key
To unlock the door to what can truly be.
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