The Island Where Misfits Fly 

They called it an island for misfit toys,
A castaway cove for the quietest joys.
But here in this lab where the bright outliers land,
It’s not just survival — it’s making a stand.

You don’t just exist here, shrinking and small,
You shine like a beacon, outshining it all.
With neon dreams pulsing and keyboards aglow,
Each spark finds a rhythm, a current, a flow.

A cat slurps ramen in neon light,
A solar lucky cat waves day and night,
Ideas grow wild like a tangled vine —
Here, even mistakes are a brilliant design.

Not just a place for the lost and the found,
It’s a forge for the future, fierce and unbound.
The artists, the dreamers, the tech wizards too,
The gamers, the builders, the bold and the true.

If you’ve ever felt broken, misplaced, or unseen,
This lab makes you legend, not just in-between.
Not just a harbor for worn, weary souls,
But a runway for rockets, a forging of goals.

Here’s to the island, where misfits ascend,
Where every bright misfit becomes a legend.