He is weak.
He thinks: ‘I am lame.’
His shape is small, his weight is light.
He is slight.
He sits, as his legs are weak - his steps halt.
He wheels in his seat.
He hears, he will listen.
He has will.
He speaks / talks with a thing.
His smile is set.
He winks to speak.
He has spent his time here thinking.
He likes the planets, he is in awe.
He maps a plan.
He thinks this planet is waning - men taking it all the time.
I wait, I wait.
I am pleasant as I wait.
I hate the mean.
At times he thinks: Please help me. Please kill me.
As a man, I hate them waiting [on] me, taking me here, there.
I am the least; I will win - I mean it.
He thinks, when I am past, all will think I was a weak man.
His wish is this: Let’s make planet plans.
Stephen William Hawking from Lexigramsofthemoment.com © 2009. All Rights Reserved.
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