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Learn to Starve Yourself

Before their hands withhold the plate, Before you're taught that hunger's fate, Learn to dine on less than full, To tame the beast, to break the pull. When crumbs are kings and silence feasts, You’ll find your strength among the least. A man who’s fasted tastes the air, Yet walks with calm through lean despair. Let discipline become your bread, And self-control the path you tread. For those who feast at others' cost Will leave you starving, cold, and lost. So train your gut to not depend On every gift that others send. Choose now the hunger you embrace— Or else be emptied in disgrace. Freedom wears a lighter frame, It does not beg, it plays no game. To starve by will is not to lose— It is the fiercest strength you choose.
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Thirty-three candles, flicker on the cake,
A year younger, heart starts to ache.
No mansion stands tall, no fortune I hold,
Just bills in the mailbox, a story untold.

The weight of the world, on these weary shoulders,
Society whispers, its judgments unfold.
A man's worth, they say, in ledgers defined,
But success isn't measured, in coins left behind.

Debt's heavy chains, a constant refrain,
The dream of "providing," feels lost in the rain.
But wait, is provision, just cold, hard-earned cash?
Or can love be the shelter, in life's fiercest clash?

A steady embrace, a hand to hold tight,
Laughter that chases away, the darkest of night.
Building a future, on trust and on care,
These are the riches, a man should declare.

So let the clock tick, its rhythm won't break,
This journey's my own, a new path I'll take.
With grit and with focus, I'll rise from the fall,
Thirty-three's just a chapter, the best yet to sprawl. 

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