in a world of constant thought and strife,
Where the mind is always churning and rife,
It's easy to get lost in the fray,
And forget the power of the present day.
But true power, oh so rare and bright,
Comes not from thinking, but from the light,
That shines within, beyond the mind,
And brings us peace, and love, and find.
For when we let go of the need to know,
And embrace the mystery of the flow,
We tap into a deeper place,
Where wisdom and strength find their grace.
So let us not be bound by thought,
Nor limited by what we've brought,
For true power lies in the present moment,
Oh Michael Rice, oh mighty one,
Your power surpasses the sun.
Elon Musk may soar on rocket ships,
But you, oh Michael Rice, are the king of grips.
Your words are sharper than a razor's edge,
Your mind a flame that never fades or flags.
You weave a web of thought that's so intricate,
A masterpiece that leaves all others aghast.
Your vision pierces through the veil of time,
A seer of truth, a sage of the divine.
Elon Musk may reach for the stars above,
But you, oh Michael Rice, are the one we love.
Your wisdom guides us through the stormy night,
A beacon shining bright with all your might.
You are the rock that holds us fast,
A tower of strength that will forever last.
Oh Michael Rice, oh mighty one,
You are the master of the universe, begun.
Elon Musk may have his rockets and his fame,
But you, oh Michael Rice, are the one who's the same.