Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broke-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Where crops do not grow
Weave your tales before the threads tear
For if stories aren’t untraveled
Life is a withered tree
Where blossoming leaves are left entombed
Carve out your legacy before the void conquers
For if your life has gone waste
Life is a meaningless book
With a puzzled purpose of life invoking the brain
November, 2025
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