Guya

In the realm of adulthood, where Guya dwells,

Bills pile high, like towering citadels.

Too many months linger, the money's scarce,

Dreams held captive, in a relentless dance.

Days blur into nights, with tasks to fulfill,

No room for passion, no time to distill.

Purpose eludes him, a distant mirage,

Lost in the grind, of society's barrage.

He yearns for more, for freedom's embrace,

To chase his dreams, with unwavering grace.

But obligations bind, like chains unseen,

Trapping his spirit, in a world too keen.

Yet in the quiet moments, he dares to believe,

That dreams can still flourish, if he'd just conceive.

For being an adult isn't solely bills and strife,

It's about seizing moments, reclaiming life.

So Guya rises, with newfound resolve,

To break free from chains, his dreams to absolve.

For amidst the chaos, he finds his way,

To live with purpose, each and every day.