Roktok

In the bustling streets where dreams take flight,

There walked a man named Roktok, with hopes so bright.

In pursuit of wealth, his days were spent,

Yet discontent lingered, his spirit bent.

He toiled and toiled with sweat on his brow,

But riches seemed distant, an elusive vow.

Until one day, amidst his strife,

He stumbled upon a truth, changing his life.

"Financial stability," he heard someone say,

"Is not just about what you earn in a day.

It's a mindset, a skill, a strategic art,

That sets the wise worker and the fool apart."

Roktok pondered this notion, his mind alight,

Realizing it was not just about the fight.

For in the realm of wealth, as in beauty's embrace,

Perception and perspective hold a sacred place.

With newfound insight, he shifted his gaze,

From chasing riches in a frenzied maze,

To honing his skills, investing his mind,

In paths that promised growth of a different kind.

No longer enslaved by the chase for gold,

Roktok found richness in stories untold.

For in the eyes of the wise, it became clear,

True wealth lies in wisdom, not just what's near.

So let it be known, to all who aspire,

Financial stability is more than a pyre.

It's a mindset, a journey, a tale to unfold,

Where the smart worker finds treasure untold.