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Progress Belongs to the Curious Minds
Your boi's out here poeting it up and rhyming like a 4-year old
Climbing where silence meets the sky,
Chasing answers drifting by.
Through the desert heat and the winter's sting,
It follows trails unseen by kings.
It reads the shadows, maps the light,
Turns hidden patterns into sight.
A restless mind, a wandering thing,
Part machine, part wondering.
No cape, no glory, no grand disguise,
Just motors humming through the skies.
A tool that's built to learn and bring
New ways to solve almost anything.
From dawn's first light to evening's glow,
It reveals far more than we could know.
A quiet reminder, every time it climbs
Progress belongs to the curious minds.
Chasing answers drifting by.
Through the desert heat and the winter's sting,
It follows trails unseen by kings.
It reads the shadows, maps the light,
Turns hidden patterns into sight.
A restless mind, a wandering thing,
Part machine, part wondering.
No cape, no glory, no grand disguise,
Just motors humming through the skies.
A tool that's built to learn and bring
New ways to solve almost anything.
From dawn's first light to evening's glow,
It reveals far more than we could know.
A quiet reminder, every time it climbs
Progress belongs to the curious minds.