Amidst the veils of existence,

I’ve crafted dreams that seem attainable,

Yet,

Each time I strive,

it seems I grasp at the edge of my own undoing,

We slumber beneath the stars' embrace,

Toil with fervor as the sun ascends,

A rhythm unchanging,

A life in familiar refrain…

In the quest for triumph in this realm, Others may seek to cast your dreams into shadow,

Yet,

be the beacon that pierces the gloom, In striving to be the beacon that forever shines,

It is a journey that knows no end,

It is a splendor beyond mere words,

A treasure that remains unclaimed,

And yet,

A line forever distant,

Regardless of the distance you traverse,

Regardless of the toil you invest in your essence,

You must yield to the profound currents of existence,

Before triumph can be grasped.