The Rising Star
Like a new born star I was dim and cold,
lost in a galaxy where all other stars had glowed,
I was shy and small with no ambitions or goals,
and I depended on my mother for everything... truth be told.
A few years went by and I started to feel my glow,
all the shyness had disappeared and my ambitions began to show,
no longer lost in a galaxy the stars began to align,
everything that I once dreamed of is now becoming mine,
Now more mature, I have gained responsibility,
Formerly worried about the stars around me, I overcame my humility,
Unlike when I was young, my priorities now are different,
Previously superficial, but now I'm all about my business.
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