Just the story
I began with rails and wheels of steel,
Learning the craft of how machines feel.
Then turned to the mind, where questions live,
Listening, guiding, with time to give.
Later I traded in goods and in names,
Building brands, playing the games.
But I saw the gap, and it cut like a knife -
Between what was sold, and what gave life.
When the world fell quiet, the borders tight,
We pitched our tent through uncertain nights.
I dreamed of a camper, safe and free,
To carry my children where beauty might be.
Not to escape, but to stay alive,
To breathe, to wander, to simply arrive.
To hold the moments that slip away,
And give my family more than a day.
So I chose to build, to listen, to learn,
Each voice a compass, each step a turn.
What began as a need became a way,
A shape, a shelter, for night and day.
Magicwayz was born not just to roam,
But to make each stop a kind of home.
Not just the road, but the way we stay -
A breath, a memory, along the way.