In skies wide, where thoughts like rivers run,
The Water Bearer walks, a path undone.
With a jug of dreams, spilling stardust and change,
Aquarius strides, a future to rearrange.
In the house of friendship, they stand apart,
A rebel’s beat pulses in their heart.
Uranus whispers of revolution’s dance,
In their gaze, a glimmer of tomorrow’s chance.
Winter’s cold cannot quench their fiery mind,
Their ideas, bright constellations, uniquely aligned.
Not tethered by norms, they seek the unseen,
Crafting a world where progress reigns supreme.
February’s bearer of unconventional love,
They seek connection, not just fitting like a glove.
In their essence, a paradox lives,
A solitary mingle, an unspoken give.
With intellect sharp as the crescent moon’s crest,
In their quest for justice, they never rest.
Friendship’s pioneer, in bonds they invest,
Yet in love, a detached, unorthodox quest.
An architect of tomorrow, in humanity’s maze,
Their vision, a beacon, through society’s haze.
On a journey not just of mind but of heart,
In the age of Aquarius, they play their part.
Seeking truths hidden in life’s grand expanse,
In their idealistic eyes, the world finds a chance.
On this voyage, where dreams and reality collide,
Aquarius leads, with hope as their guide.