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Dare To Win

No honor lies in gifts unearned, Where praise is scarce, and backs are turned. The world will smile, but deep within, It crowns the one who dares to win. The hand that toils, the brow that sweats, Knows worth in ways the rest forgets. For freedom given without a fight, Is seldom seen in lasting light. They mock the hand that always begs, But cheer the one that stands on legs. So rise, and build with blistered grace, Earn your name, define your place. Respect walks not where ease is fed, It waits beside the path you tread. No need to shout, just let them see— Your grind, your scars, your legacy.
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Roaming

They find the best — a golden shore,
A love that is rich, yet yearn for more.
They climb the peak, the summit high,
Then scan again the endless sky.

The jewel gleams within their hand,
But whispers come like grains of sand:
'What if there is more? What if you missed
A rarer stone, a sweeter kiss?'

They sip the wine, refined and rare,
Then search for vineyards unaware.
Their hands are full, their hearts unsure —
As if the finest must mature.

The perfect song, the flawless art,
Still doesn’t still their restless heart.
For something stirs beyond the known —
A haunting hunger not outgrown.

They find the best, yet roam and roam,
As if they never will feel home.
Not out of greed, nor prideful fire —
But by a ghost called Something Higher.

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