Silent Days

A man who stumbles, lost in need,  

Chasing love before he leads.  

Empty pockets, weary soul,  

Seeking warmth to make him whole.  

Yet strength is forged in silent days,  

Not in fleeting lover’s gaze.  

A wiser man will stand alone,  

Till he builds a solid throne.  

Mind in focus, body primed,  

Wealth and wisdom well-aligned.  

Not for show, nor fleeting fame,  

But for mastery of the game.  

He walks unseen, a ghost in flight,  

Grinding hard through endless nights.  

No distractions, no retreat,  

Till he rises, whole—complete.  

Then from silence, he will speak,  

Not as one who's lost and weak,  

But as a man who faced the test—  

And earned his power, earned his rest.