From diverse initials we are binded,
By the same obstacle we are blinded.
The value of self not realised by self.
Aiming for the clouds instead of the moon,
Thinking labour starts at noon,
Curled up in a little cocoon.

What an exceptional star you are.
Seems like you’re next in line,
Brought here to be the spine.
Negated by some,
Usually beneath you like slime.
Its about time you move like time,