He dreams of walking the stars
Running through the universe
He dreams of Einstein and Aristotle
Being better than them all
He dreams of intelligence
Smarter than everyone else
He dreams of creativity
Taking down the world
He thinks he's too good for anyone else
But not good enough for himself
His friends are few, loves are fewer
But they stand by him still
He dreams of the skies and seeking its secrets
He sleeps to the lullabies of the heavens
He sees the turn of the universe
Feels its beat beneath him, thudding
And he can only dream more
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