I await you, knowing you will eventually get to where I am.
And you will shape me into what you want.
Will I have wheels, legs. or wings?
Will I be like my brother sorjourner, who went to mars,
or will I be a kit, for beginners.
Will I be a cruise missle,
or will I carry you through the aisles of your stores?
I don't know for I cannot know,
nor can I think anything you don't build into me.
But I am content, knowing you will pick me up,
and mold me into what you want.
I will exist for a time, I don't know how long...
Then you will toss me aside.
Yet I am content, for many others like me await you on your journey.
So until we meet, I await you.
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