Maube

In the depths of his soul, Maube did dwell,

A man without direction, a story to tell.

Lost in the shadows, wandering aimlessly,

He yearned for purpose, a vision to see.

Amongst the crowd, he felt alone,

No beacon to guide him, no place to call home.

But then, a whisper, a truth untold,

Without a vision, one's destiny's controlled.

He pondered deeply, this wisdom profound,

Without a vision, he'd forever be bound.

To those with dreams, who forged their own fate,

He realized, it was time to create.

With newfound resolve, Maube arose,

A spark ignited, his ambition grows.

No longer a slave to the visions of others,

He'd carve his own path, despite the naysayers' smother.

With each step forward, he found liberation,

No longer confined to others' dictation.

For in embracing his own vision's might,

Maube found freedom in his newfound light.