I saw the destination, 
From afar in the haze of childhood dreams, 
I climbed clumsily and lazily along, 
At mind blowing speeds, 
Like a twitching Grand Daddy long-legged spider, 
Missing a leg, 
Over melting mountains of ice cream, 
I thought I’d take my plastic helicopter, 
To soar over pinnacle of the pyramid of self actualization, 
But I only had five senses to explore all of creation,                
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