Rockets

We are all like rockets.

Blasting off into the sky to make our dreams come true.

But at a time when we reach darkness,

We think hope has demolished,

But it really is a glimmer away.

With little effort to grasp our goals,

We find ourselves in the state of happiness,

And our lives shift places back into the light.

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