In a galaxy of chaos, where stars collided and fell,
You lost your peace, like a spaceship that lost its bell.
It was hijacked by aliens, of People, Competition, and Pride,
Who programmed your mind, with a virus that wouldn't subside.

You tried to upgrade, with Wrong Decisions and Comparisons too,
But your system crashed, like a rocket that didn't make it through.
You tried to reboot, by Trying To Be Someone You're Not,
But your identity was lost, like a space suit that didn't fit the plot.

You married into a tribe, that wasn't your cosmic kind,
And lost everything, like a black hole that sucked your mind.
But in the darkness, a spark remained, a light that wouldn't fade,
A chance to rebuild, and create a new you, from the cosmic shade.

So you started anew, with a mission to redefine,
Not making money, but an identity that was truly divine.
You crafted a new spaceship, with a heart that was pure and bright,
And blasted off into the void, with a spirit that shone like a guiding light.