Shiundu

In the realm of dreams, Shiundu stood tall,

Ambition burning, a flame to enthrall.

He sought to explain, his purpose clear,

But the deaf ears around him refused to hear.

In a world where apathy veiled their gaze,

Shiundu grappled with words, a futile phase.

For those without dreams, no empathy found,

In their stagnant minds, ambition was bound.

He pondered the hours spent in vain,

Justifying dreams, like whispers in the rain.

To those who lacked the fire within,

His ambition seemed a foreign, perplexing sin.

Yet Shiundu, in wisdom, came to see,

A truth that set his yearning spirit free.

No need to convince the aimless few,

For his ambitions were dreams only he knew.

In the quiet acceptance of his solitary quest,

Shiundu found solace, a heart at rest.

For time spent justifying to the blind,

Was a waste profound, a futile bind.

In the echoes of silence, he forged his way,

Ambition unspoken, a dawn's gentle ray.

For those who lack dreams will never comprehend,

The burning passion that drives a soul to ascend.