Original Ideas

 So here’s to the inquirers, the seekers, the change agents. With original thoughts, our stories unfold.

In the quiet of the night, 

When the world goes to sleep,

I listen to the whispers of-

thoughts that spark up.

Colors paint my mind, 

lighting up with a flow of original ideas.

brighten up the shadows, 

unraveling the seams.

Original ideas, 

shining like stars,

Breaking through the silence, 

no matter how far.

Every spark of brilliance, 

every brave new start,

Let them shine, let them soar, 

straight from the mind deep.

A million voices echo, 

but I’ll find my own tune,

In a symphony of innovation, 

I’ll trust my feels.

Thoughts are like rivers, 

flowing deep and wide,

Crossing bridges of the future, 

where my spirit can glide.

Step into the unknown, 

where the wild things grow,

Leave behind the noise, 

let your true self show.

In the garden of your mind, 

plant your seeds of value,

Watch them bloom in colors, 

painting the harvest pictures.

So here’s to the inquirers, 

the seekers, the change agents,

With original thoughts, 

our stories unfold.

Together, we’ll inspire, 

make our own way to move forward.

In this tapestry of reinventing the world, 

we’re the imaginable force.

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