Value Chain

I keep asking, time and again,

How to make my efforts gain—

Not just once, but every day,

To turn the tide and pave my way.

For money follows where value flows,

Yet where it hides, no one knows.

I grasp at skills, I mold my craft,

Yet still, the wealth drifts far, not fast.

A fleeting sale, a moment bright,

Then shadows stretch beyond the light.

How do I make the value last?

Not just a spark, but a steady path?

Ideas rise, then doubts reply—

"What if this fades? What if I try,

And all I build is washed away,

Like castles lost to ocean spray?"

But still, I search, I carve, I test,

For value’s found in giving best.

Not just in work, but solving pain,

Not just in skill, but breaking chains.

Perhaps it’s less about the grind,

And more of how I shape my mind.

To see the gaps, the needs, the flaws,

And fill them up with silent laws.

So I persist, through trial’s weight,

For value grows at learning’s gate.

And once it's built, so firm, so true—

Cash must chase it, not me pursue.