No Limits

The Old Stuff

I look up and see the stars,

So mysteriously magical.

They�re all so different,

Yet they share the same title.

Stars shine with different strengths.

They move at different rates.

They appear as different colors.

They are like the human race.

We are all different,

Magical in unique ways.

Sometimes we are strong,

Other times we are weak.

We never appear in the same way, shape, or form.

Our minds are a Universe of their own,

And as you look into our eyes you search forever.

The only thing you find is a sparkle,

Here or there,

And one other magical thing:

No limits.

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